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Nobody’s gonna believe you, that one of the top Blaudian pilots crashed down in your property.”

The war that broke out 3 years ago is still ongoing, and with no end in sight. The aggressors may have been Eblus, but one of their allies, Blaudal has become one of the most fierce combatants in the war.

In Cashil, many people have gone off to fight the war, but some have stayed back, like with any war. Those unable to fight, too young, or are better off focused in another job have stayed. Though Cashil is an island and located a distance away from the main battles, it has been the target of devastating Blaudian air raids. Thankfully, the air raids have become less frequent, but that doesn’t make them any less scary to bear witness to.

You live in the Cashilian countryside, although not too far from the town of Penshaw, a coastal town. Whether it’s alone or with family, friends or something else, this is your home. You’ve been fortunate enough that bombs haven’t hit your property (Penshaw too, although a bomb did land on the beach, but did not go off).
One day, while outside, there’s a familiar buzzing in the sky. Before you know it, you see planes - no, not multiple. Just one you realize, and this one is smoking heavily. It’s also sinking closer and closer to the ground - you almost worry that it’ll hit you, but it doesn’t. It soars right over your abode and towards the thick forest beyond it, until finally crashing. It probably won’t be long until city guard arrives to check out the area, but also some curious people, eager (and concerned) to find out what’s happened, and maybe grab a ‘souvenir’ along the way.

It’s a Blaudian plane - it doesn’t take long to figure that out. Despite the wreckage, the Blaudian flag is clearly pained onto the tail of the plane. A black bottom stripe with a yellow top one, and a blue arc with a white dot towards the right of the flag. This specific model of plane has two pilots. The first pilot is still in the cockpit, dead - the problem is, the other pilot is missing. They couldn’t have gotten out somehow, could they?
Whatever happened to them, the advice sent out by the government is of course to report any signs of an enemy in the area. You don’t know what happens to the people when they’re captured, of course, as you’re just a civilian.

Even after the crash, you still can’t shake the fact that the Blaudian Pilot is hiding in or around Penshaw city.


KEY TERMS

Blaudal - ally of Eblus, enemy of Cashil. Another island country made up of multiple islands. People who live here are called Blaudians.

Cashil - The setting country of this RP. An island country, located far enough from Eblus and other main countries to not be right in the middle of the fray, but close enough to Blaudal to be the receiver of many air raids. People who live here are called Cashilians.

Eblus - the aggressor of The Great War. Ally to Blaudal. People who live here are known as Ebluns.

Zocron - ally of Eblus and Blaudal. Located on the Oban continent, where Eblus and the main conflict are occurring. People who live here are known as Zocians.

Oban - The continent where Zocron, Eblus, Blaudal, Beprar, and Floze are located.

Beprar - Ally to Cashil, located on Oban. The largest country in the world by size, but not by population or power. People who live here are called Beps.

Floze - A small neutral country on the southernmost part of Oban. People who live here are called Flozans.

Utura - ally to the Beps and Cashilians. People who live here are called Uturians.

Grobeth - the continent/area where Utura, Cashil and Blaudal are located.

Penshaw - a small coastal town on the southwest part of Cashil. Has cliffs, fields and forests in the general area. Located in the countryside. Main setting of the RP.

The Great War - the conflict that began 3 years ago when Eblus invaded Beprar.

PR - post revolution, the method of years used in this world.

Revolution - a term used to refer to when humans revolted against the Ancients, who had the humans in chains for centuries prior to that event.

Ancients - could be real, could be fake. No records aside from tales or paintings, the Ancients were giants with varying, bestial features who enslaved humans up until 0 PR. Ancients do not exist in the modern world, whether they existed at all is another question.

THINGS TO KNOW

Technology: Older technology will be used in this RP, I’m talking 1930s-1940s stuff. No mobile phones, no social media, etc. Some slightly steampunk stuff in bigger cities but nothing like that in Penshaw + it would be unaffordable for most people in Penshaw anyways.
Months: We’ll just be using the standard 12 month cycle for this. (I would make my own, but I don’t want this post to get too long, plus that’s more worldbuilding ive gotta do on my own time.)
Years: Although months and days might be the same, years are not. The current year in this RP is known as 1925 PR (post revolution). The war would’ve begun in 1923 PR.
Naming: most of the countries in this RP are European based, when naming your character, keep that in mind (I recommend fantasynamegenerators.com, where you can look up a specific country to get names from)
Your character: Is from Cashil, but in reference to above, they could have had heritage in other countries (which could add an extra element to the RP if it was known heritage. Like if they were Eblun, they could be distrusted by some people. The only heritage that will be off limits is Blaudian.)

COUNTRIES OF INSPIRATION
Each country has two real-world countries it takes inspiration from. Keep this in mind when it comes to names! Primarily, the countries are European inspired, but there are exceptions.

Cashil

  • England
  • Netherlands

Floze

  • Switzerland
  • Italy

Zocron

  • Egypt
  • Spain

Beprar

  • Russia
  • Norway

Eblus

  • Germany
  • Slovakia

Blaudal

  • France
  • Japan

Utura

  • Cuba
  • Greece

Rules

  1. Do not autohit, but don’t dodge everything either. Play to your strengths, but remember your weaknesses.
  2. Mature RPers, please. There may be some dark topics referenced depending on where the RP ends up going.
  3. And as always, swear to your heart’s desire!
  4. Ask questions as needed. I’ll be pleased to answer.
  5. Response time may vary, from same day to several days later. Please keep that in mind!
  6. Absolutely no one liners. I’ll swing you into the sun if you do one even though you’ve read this rule
  7. Please try to have good grammar/punctuation!
  8. Say the sexytimes somehow happen in this, it’ll probably be a fade to black sort of thing. Sorry. I’m not good at writing that stuff, nor am I extremely fond of reading it.
  9. If you have any ideas for this..let me know.
  10. This list may change (most likely won’t, but I always mention this just in case).

TEMPLATE (remove brackets)

Name:
Age: (19-24)
Gender/Pronouns:
Sexuality:
Heritage: (look to the list of countries! The only one that’s off limits is Blaudian, but everything else is free game; though your character will be a citizen of Cashil no matter what. They could also just be purely Cashilian.)

Appearance:
Clothing:
Personality:
Background: (show as little or as much as you want)
Skills/talents:
Fears/flaws:
Other:

If I am not familiar with your writing style, I will ask for a sample.

@murphysgirl

(This has quite a lot of jargon in it but I think you'll get the gist)
("Good cubes," Nora said, frowning around at what remained of the End of Line Club: little more than a shell now, the roof broken, gaping holes in the floor. Wind gusted through the place, making her bangs fly into her eyes; she scowled and shoved them aside.
"We should have most of the structure fixed within five cycles," said Kama, a mousy little construction program. She was standing next to Nora, clutching a screen to her chest. "It will take around fifteen cycles total to get this place back to fully operational."
"And how much do you want for it again?"
Kama checked her screen. "Five hundred bits should do it."
"Five hundred bits?" Nora said, whirling on Kama, who shrunk back. "For a fifteen-cycle job? I wouldn't pay two hundred. You either do it in ten and I pay you the five hundred up front, or I pay you two-fifty now and pay you the rest after you get this place going again. If you do get it going again."
Kama, clearly frightened, nodded. "Yes, yes, yes, of course - I'll tell the workers -" She bustled off, clutching her screen to her chest like a lifeboat.
Nora sighed. It was bad enough she had a double life to lead without people like Kama screwing things up. In the sudden absence of a leader, and the government falling apart, The Grid had been going haywire. It had been hard enough being a vigilante in the first place, and that was before half the Black Guard had resigned and the other half had hardly been on task. She was down to stopping petty thieves instead of disk forgers and program smugglers. And it made her antsy. She needed something to do, someone to yell at.
"I'm going home," she announced to the construction programs, who were now working at double speed thanks to Kama's frenzied instructions. "By the beginning of next cycle, I want at least half the floor fixed or none of you are seeing a single bit."
The workers nodded assent; Nora headed for the elevator, which, mercifully, had been repaired, and headed to the ground floor. There was a fairly passable bar there, and she ordered some energy and sat at the counter, idly watching passing programs.)

@murphysgirl

Name: Tasha Rankin
Age: 21
Gender/Pronouns: Female, she/her
Sexuality: Straight, for the most part.
Heritage: Cashilian mom, half-Zocrian half-Flozan dad
Appearance: Short (5'4"), periwinkle hair cut in a bob, bangs. Her Zocrian heritage means her skin is a shade or two darker than usual, more olive-toned. Big brown eyes. Rectangular glasses. A teensy little bit of freckles on her nose and upper cheeks. Long torso, short legs. There's a small mole just above her left eyebrow. Slightly dimpled chin. Long fingers, small hands.
Clothing: T-shirts (or whatever the equivalent would be). Nothing too feminine. She loves cargo pants. Almost always wears a white jacket. She has an extremely battered pair of sneakers that were once white, but are now a darkish grayish-brown.
Personality: Quiet and introverted. Loves the cold; her favourite season is winter. Big on reading, mostly historical fiction. Free-spirited nature girl. Tries to be vegetarian, but she has a definite weakness for smoked pork. Spends a good amount of time in the forest near where she lives. The only thing she'll get really angry about is if you tease her about her height.
Background: Her dad travels a lot; she lives with her mom, younger twin sisters Leia and Maia, and her mom's parents. She gets along fine with her family, but prefers to do her own thing.
Skills/talents: She has half a mind to go and just live on her own in the forest one day, so she's pretty good at survival skills and all that jazz. Has an incredible memory. Has always wanted to learn combat skills, but has somehow never gotten around to it, though the little she does know, she's pretty good at. Skilled at whittling things.
Fears/flaws: She has a fear of the dark, and she gets claustrophobic in built-up areas. She's stubborn and quite independent, preferring the company of books to other living beings. Takes a lot of things literally.