forum Dark Cyberpunk Dystopia RP; Closed

Started September 10, 2020 by @King_Cyrus

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• Mature Themes, but no explicit content; please be 16 or older.
• PG-13 language only (no f).
• No magic.
• Be semi-literate.

If anyone is interested in joining me for a cyber-punk style RP, I would be glad to have you.

may I? :)

Absolutely. :)

Yay! Do you have any specific plot ideas or anything?

Hm… I can try to come up with some prompts if you'd like. Is there anything you prefer, particularly?

Sure! I really don't have much preference so I'm alright with anything :)

Hmmm… Okay.

Basically I'm fine with any kind of prompt just set in a cyberpunk-esque universe. Romance, adventure/action, a combination… I don't mind. If you like dystopias, we could do rebellion vs government type thing, or maybe just a rivalry between tech-powered crime gangs. Maybe there's a kid whose family is in poverty, they have a sick sibling or parent who needs medicine but can't afford it. But the kid (or teen or whatever) is really smart and decides to participate in something illegal (maybe like robot-fighting or something since this is a cyberpunk themed rp?) to make some cash to save their family member. But then they get involved with near-arrests and even local crime gangs, especially when some nearby gangs note how good they are with bots.

Idk. Just spitballing. Any ideas?

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Orientation:
Personality: (can be super brief, my friend)
Backstory: (also super brief)
Appearance:
Build~
Skin~
Face~
Hair~
Clothes~

((How's this?? Remove ()? Also, any kind of relationship dynamics you like?))

Name: Kelna Niclis
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Personality:Fairly cold and calculating, likes working with deals and trades and looks fairly unphased by most things. Her closest crewmembers know her best and if asked they will portray her as a completely different person than what she comes off as.
Backstory: Grew up on the streets from about age 10 on, fought her way tooth and nail to the position she has. She started working bot fights at about 12, collecting bets, arranging fights, putting together teams, ect.
Appearance:
Build~ lean and trim. She's about 5'10" and is built like a high jumper (Long legs, almost no curves)
Skin~ Pale but far from perfect, she has hundreds of freckles dotting her face and body as well as several scars. The most noticeable one is one that runs from the left side of her jaw across her lawline that stops right inline below her left eye.
Face~ Diamond shaped face, calculating blue eyes and a average nose that clearly has been broken several times
Hair~ Thick ash brown hair cut short in a choppy pixi cut, always styled up and almost never seen in her eyes.
Clothes~ Likes to wear darker clothes, suits, and every so often less formal clothes when she's working with the team or is relaxing

Ooho! I love her. also is it cuter if he's shorter or taller than her?

(Smol boi <3)

Name: Niles Ridley
Age: 22 years old
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heteroromantic demisexual probably. But he's a shy bean.
Personality: Niles is incredibly intelligent and learns quickly, but he has a low self-esteem that usually prevents him from being able to value any of his personal attributes. He's a reserved guy, usually quiet at first around strangers, but when he gets nervous or comfortable he has been known to ramble a lot, especially about the things he loves most. He gets nervous and flustered easily; to be honest, he can panic and be a mild spaz sometimes. But, despite being afraid of a great many things, he's far braver than he comes across initially, especially when it comes down to it. When needed, he overcomes all of the anxious voices in his head and will sometimes do things no one else ever would've dreamed he would do.
Niles has the desire to see the good in everyone else, but he is also aware that the world is full of evil people, so he's constantly caught between trying to be kind and trying not to be naïve. He can sometimes be easily influenced, but when it comes down to it, he has morals and will do what he can to stick to them.
Backstory: Niles' father was a robotics engineer and actually designed and programmed many amazing robots. Before his death when Niles was only eleven years old, Mr. Ridley taught Niles many of his skills. However, after an unfortunate accident that killed Mr. Ridley, Niles' family plunged into poverty shortly after. Niles, both out of desperation for money and in hopes of honoring his father, continued to learn everything he could about robotics; his goal was to get a scholarship or something that would help him get a permanent job working for a company where he could support his family— which now consisted of his disabled mother and younger brother, Pim. Since selling technology was technically illegal and he hadn't yet even graduated high-school, Niles was forced to get a menial job at a young age— and soon it became apparent that, unless he received a scholarship, Niles would never be able to afford any kind of university. His dreams were crushed further when Pim contracted an incredibly rare, fatal disease that required expensive medicine and treatments— which forced Niles to drop out of high-school altogether during his senior year and work two jobs. Even so, the treatments were expensive, meaning that Pim only got the bare minimum and the family occasionally went without food or electricity for days on end. This sort of pattern continued for several years— with Pim receiving hardly any treatments and the entire family struggling on the edge of absolute poverty— until a slight change in the economy resulted in the loss of one on Niles' jobs and a wage cut from the other. To make matters worse, it seemed that Pim's health suddenly took a plunge for the worst.
Niles had swore to avoid any illegal activity, mostly because his mother had begged him not to, and he because knew that if he got arrested, no one else would take care of his family; Pim would die and his poor wheelchair-bound mother would end up homeless and inevitably die as well. Not to mention, nothing good ever happened to anyone who got arrested, and Niles was too soft for the slammer.
But desperate times called for desperate measures.
Appearance:
Build~ He's not all that impressive. Rather a small guy, standing at only 5'8; he's not chubby, but he has the sort of softness that comes from lack of exercise and an unhealthy diet. His feet are kind of large in proportion to his body, but it's not all that noticeable.
Skin~ Fair skin, with lots of acne-scars on his face. He doesn't have any freckles, but he does have a birthmark on his wrist. His skin is kind of soft, but blemished.
Face~ Heart-shaped, with soft features. He looks a little younger than he is. He has curious grey-blue eyes and long blond eyelashes. His teeth are white and mostly straight, though he has a small gap between his two front teeth.
Hair~ Thick, messy, wavy, floofy blond hair that basically sticks in every direction regardless of what he tries to do with it.
Clothes~ He usually wears basic clothes, like t-shirts and hooded jackets, sweatpants, and high-tops or sneakers. All of his clothes are usually clean, but worn-out. He also wears big, thick-framed black glasses. Overall, he has a dorky yet endearing appearance.

((It sucks but I was in a hurry so I apologize))

The penalty for breaking the law— any law— was severe, but some things were more terrifying than any punishment. Like, say, the thought of your family dying horrific deaths due to your own inability to keep them safe.

It was probably that thought, more than the realization that he was signing himself up to become a criminal, that had Niles' hands shaking and his stomach in a tight knot as he wandered down the shadowed alley. He gripped the handle of the metal case he lugged along with him so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and, despite the chill of the night air, beads of sweat formed on his brow. If it had just been him that was at risk here, if getting caught or failing would only result in repercussion that would affect him personally, perhaps it would've been easier. But things were never really that simple, were they?

Darkness engulfed everything, but he kept going. Occasionally, the bark of a lone dog or a voice off in the distance would startle him, cause him to stiffen like a deer caught in headlights, but nothing ever happened, and he could do nothing but continue on. After all, going back was not an option. What would become of Pim and their mother if Niles didn't find a way to get money soon?

A few minutes that felt like an eternity passed before he eventually reached a place where the alley opened up into a dilapidated street on the edge of the city which served as one of the biggest crime hubs around. This area had been closed off years ago, long before Niles was even born, and while it was abandoned and crumbling, criminals seemed to swoop in and make it their own. Why the police never came out here to bust them, Niles could only speculate. Perhaps it was too dangerous? Perhaps the police force was corrupted, too? He had no idea. But what did it matter, really? He wasn't here to ask questions; he was here to win a bot fight and get enough money to try to dig his family out of the hole they were in.

Niles' eyes widened slightly as he took in the scene; there were far more people here than he had expected. It was a bustling street of criminals, probably the literal site of a black market, and a single glance told him that he did not belong among this crowd. Any single one looked like they could chew him up and spit him out in three seconds flat. He swallowed hard and struggled to suck in a steady breath; this was it, right? He just had to figure out where, specifically, the robot-fights were being held, and— yeah. That was it.

How was he supposed to do that? Ask for directions?

…

"Um, excuse me, sir—" Niles chose one of the people who didn't look like they would stab him and sell his kidney on the black market if he looked at them the wrong way. "I was told that they were holding a bot-fight here, and I was wondering if you happened to know where?"
The man— who looked fairly normal aside from having a weird tattoo on his neck and a scar on his nose— arched a skeptical brow at Niles. He didn't say it, but Niles had the feeling that this guy was wondering why the heck a muffin like him was running around in a place full of wild dogs.
The guy jabbed his finger in the direction of a large warehouse a little ways down. "There."
"Thanks." Niles nodded gratefully and started in the direction the man had gestured. His heart pounded in his chest, and he just prayed to whatever deity would listen that he'd make it through the night without getting shanked or arrested.

(THAT'S AMAZING WHATTTT)

Kelna felt at home in the bot ring. She knew what to expect here. Yes, there was always a fair share of death threats, fights, foul language, and idiots, but it was familiar. And with her position, no one would dare to do anything to her.

She studied the bot fight currently going on with a look of something close to boredom. Both of the teams were rookies, and that meant this fight was about as exciting to her as watching paint dry. In the background, she could hear the cheering and booing from the crowd, as well as the bickering coming from her team as they argued over who knew what. Gods, she hated acting like a mother to this group of children.

"We can't keep that part on for a fight Barleen! They banned it!" A particularly deep and smooth voice argued as she turned from her balcony view of the ring to face the team. "We'll get disqualified. And anyway, it looks horrible." The voice in question belonged to a male very much not deserving of the voice. He was tall and lean, with equally sharp features, looking more like an elongated noodle than a human.

"I read the rules not even five minutes ago Sennal! It's allowed!" The voice arguing back was quiet and raspy, but it held the same determination of the other voice, "You take back the comment about it looking stupid. This is the best-designed piece we have." While Sennal was tall and lean, the owner of this voice was several inches shorter than Kelna and much older than she was. The woman in question looked old enough to be her own mother, curvy and with short gray hair, though she clearly wasn't a sweet little old lady. Barleen looked much more like an ornery badger than anything, and a wrench was held like a club in her hands as she shook it at Sennal.

Kelna snorted as she heard the clattering of something being thrown, followed by a yelp from Sennal.

She didn't interrupt the two of them as they argued, just walked by them and the bot to the stairs. Being the leader of a group meant she was the one to deal with talking to the other team, who she had yet to meet. All she hoped was that they showed up this time. They didn't have the best track record with staying unfound, and it wasn't going to surprise her if they had been ratted out again and she would have to find a new competitor.

(AHH I'M GLAD YOU THINK SO BECAUSE I LITERALLY THOUGHT IT SUCKED. Also I'm dying over Barleen looking like an "ornery badger" and I think that's possibly the best description I've ever had the honor of reading so thank you.)

Niles, on the other hand, had no friggin' idea what to expect here. Except for maybe, you know, getting crushed in the bot fights and possibly stabbed by one of these criminals.

He swallowed and gripped the handle of the metal case he carried— the one that held all of his bot fighting equipment (and judging by the side of the locked box, it couldn't be that much). He navigated his way through the crowd, careful not to bump into anyone. As he passed by the people, he couldn't help but note that most of them were probably far more experienced than him, both in bot fighting and— uh— criminalism.

He could envision himself losing the fight horrifically, his robot getting destroyed a few seconds in. He could already taste the bitter defeat and utter devastation and humiliation of his loss. Why did he even bother coming here? These people were professionals. He didn't even technically graduate high-school.

No, no. He couldn't afford to think like that. He had to win. He had to try, at least. His family was on the line. If he lost, what would he do? Even if he could find another job quick, could his family even hold out to the next paycheck? He couldn't dare sell his dad's old tech— so it was either win the bot fight or risk his family's wellbeing. He had no choice. He had to win.

He reached the edge of the ring in time to catch the tail-end of the last fight, which was interesting in the eyes of someone who'd never watched an actual illegal bot-fight before. Sure, he'd seen robots, and he'd seen them fight, but never in a place like this, under circumstances like this. He felt like a child, utterly disinterested in the quality of a game but rather caught up in the fact that this is legit. But apparently the game sucked, because all of the people around him seemed pretty disappointing, booing and hollering nasty comments. One man pumping his fist in the air angrily elbowed Niles right in the shoulder; he let out a little "uumph" and took a step back to avoid getting caught in the path of the man's disappointment again. He picked his way through the crowd until he could clearly see the ring again.
Where were the next fighters? When would it be his turn to step up? He wondered if he needed to sign up, but then all he could imagine someone laughing in his face if he asked where he needed to sign up at, because it sounded so juvenile when he thought about it.

(Lol thank you! It really is the best way to describe her in my head and I'm glad it brings joy to someone other than me)

It didn't take Kelna more than a minute to get down the stairs and to the ring, holding her head high and muscling her way through the crowd. It stunk like sweat and body odor as she stepped farther in, the smell overpowering even to her. Apparently, none of these people knew what a shower was. Wrinkling her nose, she continued on, ignoring the ending fight in the ring. No one wanted to move for her, but with a few well placed 'accidental' elbows and more crushed feet than necessary, she worked her way to the tiny rickety table alongside the ring.

The table served as the place for teams to meet before fights, the place to sign up to fight, and basically everything else. And sitting behind it was a pair of large slightly pudgy males. Both were no younger than mid-fifties, and between them, they had more visible piercings than anyone in the area; an impressive feat in itself.

"Any sign of the team?" She called as she stopped at the table, both sets of piercing blue eyes landing on her. It was hard to hear anything over the crowd, especially as the fight drew to a close, and cheering erupted for the winner.

Even at rookie fights, people cared who won or lost. There was money on just about every fight in this area.

"Nothing." One of them answered, shaking his head and jabbing a finger at the ring, "Both of you are gonna lose your entry fee too if you don't find a competitor soon. I don't even care if it's them at this point. Someones gotta have a damn bot out here."

Kelna frowned. She didn't dare to argue with them, but finding someone here to fight was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack. These stinky idiots were here to watch fights and drink way too much. "Alright. Put another fight ahead of us. I'll find someone," She replied, waving a hand and walking off. Barleen and Sennal would be happy for the extra time to work -and bicker- but now she had to find a competitor. And the rest of her team on top of that.