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SCRAPS

Introduction

The coming of a Third World War had been expected for years - however, it came quickly once announced and many were left in extreme devastation. New York City, housing the United Nations Headquarters, was one location of many with the heaviest damage done. Millions died in the war, many innocent and many soldier alike. There was no way that America, having just come out of a World War, had the resources to start putting such a disaster back into place. With the amount of damage done to New York City, it was unlikely the city would ever see it's previously prosperous days again.

Three years after the war, in 20XX, New York City has remained untouched by government as they'd attempted to put together an establishment for survivors and governmental leadership elsewhere, anywhere with less damage. However, from the remains of New York City, several beings have begun to turn up - these beings look just like a regular human. Except, in what they were created to do, they are the farthest thing from human - they are live weapons, cast aside under the impression that they would die off in the war.

Entrances to the city were blocked off with barbed wire, an attempt to keep people away from the ruin that New York had become. Despite this, thugs began to enter the city and were now competing with these governmental projects for survival. Either they befriend the subjects, feeling pity, or they fight them, feeling disgust. Most subjects have decided to stop fighting one another and have taken to fighting against the thugs - now, it's a war between the runaways and the scraps of abandoned life.

TERMINOLOGY

RND - Richmond Narcotics Department
The Richmond Narcotics Department came into effect after all tours were halted from the remains of Fort Richmond (Battery Weed), which was then overrun by a group of scientists who claimed to be using the facilities for important drug research - now laced with barbed wire and electrical fencing, the old military base became the research facility for government agents and scientists infatuated with the idea of creating a military weapon out of humans.
The main goal of RND was to create a human who lacked any emotions whatsoever, enhanced greatly with abilities unlike any other human, and designed solely to fight in the up coming war. Single-handedly, these weapons could take out armies at a time. Or, that was their dream goal, anyway. The subjects of RND may have been gifted one or two special enhancements over other humans, but there's nothing beyond malfunctioned experiment results left to mark the children of RND.

Fort Richmond/Battery Weed
Fort Richmond plays a large role in the story as being the facility at which each and every subject was created. Though, after and during the war they had began to find ways to escape, so it's now mostly empty, the old remains of the abandoned military base still remain - the entrance ways and walls are lined with barbed wire, electrical fencing and other hazardous traps.

Identification Code
Identification codes are black serial numbers, unique to each subject, that are printed across the hip of the subject. These codes date the subject, identify them, and become their title. Subjects are unnamed, and their progress is recorded under their serial number. The names also keep track of which subjects are from which years.
A standard identification code appears in the format P-49XX-XXX. P stands for PROJECT, the middle number tracks the batch of subjects, and the last number is the distinct number of said batch. The last number ranges between 000 and 250. The center number also states a subject's general age range. Age ranges can be found below:


Common Abilities/Disabilities Among Subjects
Being one of the many projects involved in RND, each subject has been grafted with some common traits, though their main focus will likely be very unique to one subject alone. Common abilities and disabilities among subjects include superhuman strength (unless otherwise noted in their character application - most will be above or at average in STRENGTH), or the inability to communicate with others properly (unless otherwise noted in their character application - most will be average or below in COMMUNICATION and/or INTELLIGENCE). Some may be programmed to be insanely smart or agile, as well, which needs to be stated in character application.

Another common disability among the subjects is their inability to feel emotion. Those from older batches will feel this stronger than those of newer groups as they have only recently lost all sense of emotion. Those that are older may have difficulty relocating their ability to feel emotion and are less likely to befriend others. Older, less emotional subjects are likely to perform better in combat.

PROGRESS RATE
Progress rate is determined by the overall progress of a subject in their testing. No single subject is created to be perfect in each area. A scientist can only work so hard, and in order to make any given area ABOVE AVERAGE, they have to focus hard on that given area. At most, a subject can have two above average areas. If this is the case, the other stats must be either both below average, or one can be at exactly average while the other is below average. It is impossible for any subject to have all stats below average - if this was the case, the subject would have had no testing whatsoever. This would be both a waste of time and effort.
Below are several ways to produce a progress rate.


*A special case for those in the P-5000-XXX range. These subjects were too new and were unable to be tested properly, so they are too new to have any sort of rating above average - however, they did have a key area in which they were being trained in, so this area is slightly above the rest.

RULES

- Due to the nature of the roleplay, it's likely going to be somewhat violent. However, language must be kept mild, despite that most runaways to a lawless city would talk trash (trust me, I know, but this is mainly a Harvest Moon based site and will be harboring a range of ages, yes?)
- The main genres are sci-fi and action. Remember, subjects were raised to fight, and have been deprived of emotions. It takes them a while to learn and accept new feelings from interacting with humans.
- Please try to remember that the characters are very uninformed of the world, so things like cell phones, make up, fancy clothes, etc. aren't readily available, nor will they be anyone's main concern. The main concern is survival, finding a meal to get threw the day on, and finding a sheltered place to sleep for the night - it's a survival story.
- At least a paragraph per post, but I will probably be quite lax on this rule. Just, try to make your post semi-decent, okay? Like, four sentence minimum (that's really not too much to ask).
- You may do two characters (this may be upped, depending on how many people join - seeing as this probably isn't going to be a genre that anyone's interested in), males and females, thugs and subjects alike (but please try to keep gender balanced and try to keep more subjects than thugs)
- After that, please follow the rules outlined by Justice for the Creative RP section, okay?



SUBJECT

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THUG

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Decided Name: Rika
Subject Code: P-4999-107
Age Upon Arrival: 2 months

Gender: Female
Height: 168 cm
Weight: 41 kg
Nationality: American
Photo Identification:

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Progress Rate: Average

Intelligence: Above average
Strength: Below average
Agility: Above average
Communication: Below average

Successful Mutations: Precognition
Accidental Mutations: Inability to feel cold temperatures

Other Information:
- Her name was decided by herself. She found it off of an old television, so she called herself "Rika".

- Suffers badly from insomnia because of her precognition.

- Very poor communication, so she speaks rather awkwardly and doesn't speak a whole lot - unless spoken to or if she needs to convey an important message.

- She admires humans and wishes to someday fit in like a normal person. She doesn't understand why she is what she is, but she knows that she's quite different from people and wishes to learn to be like a normal person. She thinks that if she can learn to feel, then she can learn to be human. Her biggest fear is being treated like a monster because of what she is.

P-4995-159

Decided Name: Lichtendahl
Subject Code: P-4995-159
Age Upon Arrival: Six months

Gender: Male
Height: 190 cm
Weight: 48kg
Nationality: Irish
Photo Identification:

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Progress Rate: Average

Intelligence: Average
Strength: Above Average
Agility: Below Average
Communication: Average

Successful Mutations: Cellular regeneration
Accidental Mutations: Can't taste or smell things

Other Information:
- Soon after the fall of New York, Lichtendahl found a scrap of newspaper caught on a charred car. One of the few words that were still able to be made out was the one he chose for his name.

- The cellular regeneration has restrictions. Lichtendahl is unable to heal from typically fatal wounds, like a shot to the heart/head or slice to the throat. The cells do regenerate, but can take up to a few days to completely heal if it's major, especially things like bone fractures. It's more like a quick healing rate.

Accepted! C:
Welcome aboard!

Thanks :'D

Miriallia Rogers

Name: Miriallia "Milly" Rogers
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female

Height: 164 cm
Weight: 46kg
Nationality: American
Photo Identification:

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Personality:
Pros: Miriallia isn't afraid of death or pain, and can throw herself into battle whenever needed. From a large ego, she has a lot of endurance. However, she's friendly and doesn't mind socialising with other thugs in New York if they don't mean her any harm. She is known to grow very close to people in short amounts of time, and is loyal to those she feels are her friends.
Cons: Miriallia becomes very dedicated to people, and will die for them without a second thought - as well as putting herself in harms way to look out for them. She's a bit suicidal, though it's subtle. Though she's friendly, she can sometimes come off as too proud. Also, towards anything not human, Miriallia is very cold. She believes there is no place for the 'scraps' in this world.
Attitude Towards Subjects: Dislike
Weapon: When engaged in combat, Miriallia uses bagh nakh to protect herself. She has one for each hand. The claws on each blade are two inches long, while the blade is three.
Strengths: Miriallia is a fighter, and has been taught from other street fighters the proper way to do things. However, she has never been strong, and for fighting she relies on agility. Her social skills are up to par due to her socialistic nature before she went to the streets.
Weaknesses: Intelligence is her biggest weak point. Though she has enough common sense to get by, when it comes to sophistication and big-picture thoughts, she blows it. Her physical strength is also lacking as she's of a smaller body type and has never really cared too much about honing her muscles.

Background:
Miriallia used to be a preppy girl with lots of spunk. She was the typical cheerleader type - always working her hardest to pump pom-poms, and with an eye for good fashion. Her older brother, Shauni Rogers, gave her the nickname Sunny because of that.

Even though there was a five year age difference between them, they were best friends.

After Shauni decided to join the war as an American soldier, Miriallia made it her duty to send him letters every week. He would reply whenever permitted. When the news came that he was killed during an operation, her sun went out. For about a week after the death, she became very quiet and emotionless.

But instead of being depressed about it and letting her life rot away, Miriallia became rebellious. It wasn't only towards her parents, but her community and government as well. She was always equipped with a can of spray paint and a knife for protection on the streets. She quit the cheerleading squad to join an underground fighting ring where she was taught the basic fundementals of hand-to-hand and using a blade effectively.

Following the destruction of New York, Miriallia became curious. To her, it sounded like fun, especially because the government had blocked off the city's remains.

Accepted! C:

Though, this roleplay's dead ~

Name: Clarance Lawson (Hates being called 'Clare')
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Height: 185 cm
Weight: 62 kg
Nationality: American
Photo Identification:

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Personality:
+ Pros: Clarance is best known for his fighting abilities. Ever since he was young, he had an interest in street fighting, so he's taken to becoming quite strong with his fists or with some sort of a small weapon - he hates the idea of using a gun. He's witty and sardonic, but he knows when to be serious and always fights with a level head. His fighting skills are brilliant, much like his strategic skills.
- Cons: Clare has a people problem - he's socially challenged and can't stand being around other people, especially women. He's very cold and distant, never taking into consideration the feelings of others. Instead, he prefers to work alone and will never open up to anyone. He lacks sensitivity and thinks that one who cries to get their way is pathetic - he has no sympathy for those who shed tears carelessly.
Attitude Towards Subjects: Strong dislike (however, as time goes by, he eases up on them considerably)
Weapon: A specially designed combat knife
Strengths: Fighting, survival and strategies
Weaknesses: Kindness, people and teamwork

Background: Always an outcast in school because of his obsession with street fighting, Clarance knows what it's like to be called a freak. He never really had any friends and always preferred to keep to himself, anyway. This caused his mother to worry about him, but his father always supported his desires to be strong - he'd always turn a blind eye to anything Clare did that involved street fighting and legal issues. He idolized his father.
When the war came around, Clarance received his combat knife from his father to protect his mother with in the event that their home was raided. It wasn't. His father, however, was sent off to fight in the war - as well, he died in the war. This hit Clare hard and to make matters worse, his mother had a new man almost as quickly as she'd heard the news of her husband's death. Clare's disgust for women was born from then on.
Him and his mother argued often and they weren't seeing eye to eye anymore. Clare ran away, taking nothing but the knife his father'd given him. He was looking to relieve his pent up anger and stress through hardcore street fighting in the remains of New York as it was rumored that runaways headed there. He didn't really expect it to be so lawless and harsh, but he refuses to return home to his mother.