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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 12:55 pm
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Welcome to a squeaky new rp biggrin This is a dystopian future rp based on the V for Venetta film. While it won't follow the same plot necessarily, it's the same basic environment etc. If you like, you can even play V for Vendetta characters - but make sure to fill out the character sheet for them.
The rp is set in London, the U.k in the year 2030. After a biological weapons scare, Britian has been turned into a christian fascist totalitarian state, ruled by 'Norsefire' aka 'The Party'. Everyone is monitored through CCTV, there is a vigilant secret police. other religions, imigrants, political leftists and homosexuals are persecuted and imprisoned, often killed or put in conentration camps.... The USA is dissolving and gripped by a 2nd civil war
But a few are fighting for freedom. How they do it is up for debate....
Character Sheet:
Quote: Username: Name: Occupation: Age: Nationality: Sexuality: Political allegiance: Religion: Personality: Skills: Weaknesses: Bio: Appearance: Political allegiance:
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 12:56 pm
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About Norsefire/ 'The Party'
The openly-fascist Norsefire comes to power in the film through the ordinary political process, with 87% of the vote. The mechanism is elaborated in the film to a much greater extent than was ever discussed in the comic. However, much of the following explanation comes from Finch's speculation that the biological attacks were a Reichstag fire ploy. His fears are "confirmed" by a discussion with one of the agents involved, but it is later made clear that this was V impersonating the real agent who was 20 years dead, manipulating Finch to get to Creedy. However, much of the plan is confirmed by other sources, especially V's own background.
In place of the nuclear war of the novel version, biological weapons are used instead. Alan Moore later states in the foreword to the trade paperback edition of V for Vendetta that scientists now felt that even a "limited" nuclear war was not survivable. Thus biological weapons would today be considered more plausible. In the film, Norsefire had staged a plan that would sweep them into full control of the nation; after they had a firm grip on Parliament, they conducted horrific medical experiments on prisoners in the detention centers to perfect a deadly virus (as well as the cure for it) which they then used to stage a terrorist attack by foreign religious extremists.
To maximize its effect, the virus was released in a water treatment plant called Three Waters, a London Underground station, and the St. Mary's Primary School. The "St. Mary's virus" quickly killed almost 100,000 people in Great Britain, and the populace was gripped by fear. Several "terrorist" scapegoats were tried and executed. Norsefire then promised to bring back security against the new "terrorist threat". Party leaders had bought stock in the pharmaceutical companies that would later mass produce the cure, becoming very rich in the process. Not long after the biological attack and their ascension to power, the public was informed that a cure was miraculously discovered and distributed throughout the country. Adam Sutler (the film version of Adam Susan) was then elected to the new office of High Chancellor.
Norsefire still has the primary government divisions of the graphic novel: the Hand with its agents, the "Fingermen" (the secret police), the Eye (the visual surveillance division), the Ear (the audio surveillance division), the Nose (the police department), and the Mouth (the propaganda division, which runs the BTN), though these anatomical names are rarely used in the film.
The rest of the world is only passingly mentioned, although it is stated in several news reports that at least the United States (referred to as the "former United States," not unlike "the former Soviet Union") has fallen upon desperate times. Early in the movie it is mentioned that the U.S. has become so desperate for medical supplies that it has sent Britain a tremendous amount of grain and tobacco in a bid for aid, and at least by the end of the movie has broken out into its second civil war. It is also unclear whether or not Norsefire controls only England, or whether it also controls the United Kingdom and Ireland, or if the country is still a part of the Commonwealth of Nations. Norsefire's propaganda seems to suggest English or Nordic superiority (Storm Saxon, "England Prevails") as well as the way Eric Finch is mocked by Creedy for having an Irish mother. (Creedy mentions a devastating outbreak of the Norsefire biological weapon in Ireland, though this may have been accidental - i.e. infected citizens randomly crossing the Irish border.)
The name of the government party, Norsefire, is only used passingly in the film. It is stated in the film that Sutler originally came to power in the Conservative Party, but a chart of election results show that Sutler broke away and formed his own party ("Labour", "Conservative" and "Norsefire" are shown). The computer system "Fate", which played an important role in the graphic novel, is also absent. However, there is talk and use of a new computer network called the InterLink throughout the film.
Sutler is also given visual similarities with Oswald Mosley and Adolf Hitler, having a similar hairstyle, figure, moustache and style of military dress Mosley wore (the "blackshirt"). The way Sutler has broken off from the Conservative Party is similar to Oswald Mosley's New Party which developed into the British Union of Fascists. Adam Susan in comparison, however, is extremely different and is more similar in appearance to Benito Mussolini and the archetypal British fascist that existed during the National Front era of the 1980s.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 1:31 pm
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Characters
Note: You can rp as V for Vendetta characters. (First coem first serve! lol It might be cool to have a V knocking around :3) Just make sure to fill out a character sheet and post it like everyone else.
A note on religions: The Party is Church of England, which is essentially a potestant kind of religion.
A note on occupations: We need people who work for the government as well as rebels!
Username: dragontamer363 Name: Daara Walker Occupation: Odd Jobs/Slacker - current waits tables in local pub. Has a small internet business where he fixes people's computers Age: 24 Nationality: English (Irish Parents) Political allegiance: Very Liberal - semi-communist - rebel Religion: Catholic Christian Sexulaity: Homosexual Personality: Dara's a genrally independant, kind person who flinches at overt violence, but nevertheless hates the Party system enough to want to bring it down ans rebel against it. Since he's always been good with computers he frequently hacks into all the Party computers he can, usually to locally bypass the CCTV units and bugs. as a result fo this he has been able to 'secure' he house into a little base where he is less afraid of snooping police. while he is independant and dislikes people telling him what to do, he nevertheless easily gets lonely and is happiest when he has company. He's somewhat of a coward when it comes to direct confrontations and prefers to do his work form a distance. Skills: Very good with computers, skilled with long range weapons - he has a sniper rifle he loves. Intelligent Weaknesses: Terrible in a physical hand-to-hand fights. He has a tendancy to both panick and to fold like a noodle at the first punch. a little too compassionate at times, which means he hesitates to hurt people, which can cost him dearly. Bio: Dara was born in England to Irish immigrant parents. When he was at university they were deported and only hsi age and place fo birth secured him an official British citizenship. as travel was cut off to teh island, he remained in England - and genuinly liekd teh country, despite it's shattered political system. Appearance: http://vladimirborowicz.deviantart.com/art/A-kind-of-blue-55053557
Username: 0Moon_Maiden0 Name: Ruby Williams Occupation: Police Age: 28 Nationality: English Political allegiance: Norsefire Religion: Protestant Sexulaity: Straight Personality: Gives off the aura of a cold-hearted due to her 'by the book' nature. She's a tad of a neat-freak, as when, on the job and off. She'll follow orders without question usually unless it seems to go against Norsefire views. She believes Norsefire is the perfect orderly layout to the current chaotic world. Doesn't sleep a lot. Skills: Skilled in close combat and mid range firing. Weaknesses: Lacks computers skills due to the fact they seem to need fixing after she done trying to use them. Coffee and tea addict. Bio: Ruby doesn't recall any memories from age 8 and younger from an accident that caused her to lose her memories. In the past there were times she wondered if her parents were really hers to since she did not share any of their physical features (both blonds with blue eyes vs. her brown hair and brown eyes). However they assured her she was their child by showing her her birth certificate and photos which she found questionable but decided to dismiss it-thinking her thoughts irrational. Her parents were strong Norsefire supports and she grew up to share those views. Appearance: http://images.icnetwork.co.uk/upl/birmmail/jun2008/3/8/C9F829AD-F691-3254-E13CB827B57CF639.jpg
Username biggrin ocxime Name: Robert Klaisen Occupation: Fugitive Age: 38 Nationality: British Sexuality: straight Political allegiance: Apathetic Religion: Apathetic Personality: Selfish, survivalist Skills: bomb and trap expert, had close combat weapons training. Weaknesses: selfish, wanted criminal, no concept of collateral damage.
Bio: he used to work for norsefire until he believed he knew too much and left before he felt norsefire saw him as a threat. norsefire are now hunting him down. he strongly believes that killing anyone trying to capture him is the best stratiegic option and does do frequently.
Appearance: generic looking male (actively tries to look generic) he has short brown hair and dresses himself with the sole purpose of staying unnoticed.
Political allegiance: he is out for himself, he will only help people for personal gain and at the moment that is usually anything anti-norsefire
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 4:59 pm
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 12:04 pm
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 12:57 pm
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 1:08 pm
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 2:07 pm
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In London, the streets were battered with rain. It was late May, and the stuffy warm spring humidity had finally brought the pouring showers. Curfew had been in order for two hours, so Daara was not surprised to find none of the huddled forms of people shuffling around when he stuck his head out of his window to look at the street below. It reminded him of a poem his father used to read to him as a kid.
The Winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways Six o'clock The Burnt out ends of smoky days And now the gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; the showers beat on Broken blinds and chimney pots, And at the corner of the street A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the lamps.
He watched as one man broke the visual silence of the street below - obviously a policeman, one of the more secret guards of the Party. He wrinkled his nose a little in disgust and shut the window, drawing the tatty curtains. The room was lit by candles - a lazy sanctuary. Most of the work (and the electricity) was done in the 'secret' basement, away from prying eyes. he lived down there more than up here.
The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From the sawdust-trampled street With all its muddy feet that press To early coffee-stands.
With the other masquerades That time resumes, One thinks of all the hands that are raising dingy shades in a thousand furnished rooms.
He wandered over to the slightly grimy and underused kitchen up here and poked his cooking pan of baked beans, stirring them a few times. he plonked in some slices of bread in the toster and ran a hand through the matted mess of his dark-brown hair with a yawn. Maybe he'd better have some coffee. he had three people's laptops lined up to repair, and the next morning he'd have to go out and make home visits to fix some more computers. only when they wre done could the real work begin.
You tossed a blanket from the bed, you lay upon your bac and waited; You dozed, and watched the night revealing The thousand sordid images Of which your soul is constituted; they flickered against the ceiling. And when the world came back And the light crept up between the shutters And you heard the sparrows in the gutters, you had such a vision of the street as the street hardly understands; sitting along the bed's edge, where You curled the papers from your hair. Or clasped the yellow souls of feet In the palms of both soiled hands.
The toast popped up and he grinned, taing out a colourful plate and droping the toast onto it before lathering it with the beans. he then hurried downstairs, having left the basement's secret enterance open. Inside the bric walls were covered in countless photographs and posters - some obviously illegial-, or sashes of material, with plants propped against the walls. The central 'hub' of the place was a section of beanbags and computer parts strewn across the floor, with numerous desktops and laptops all humming away. He picked up a large set of headphones and put them on, bouncing along to the music through them. Here was his real home - so far safe form the prying eyes and ears of the Party.
His soul stretched tight across the skies That fade behind a city block Or trampled by insistent feet At four and five and six o'clock; And short square finger stuffing pipes, And evening newspapers, and eyes assured of certain certenties, The conscience of a blackened street Impatient to assume the world.
He shovelled the beans and toast into his mouth with his fingers and tried to figure out ths virus that was assaulting this woman's computer. Not government made. It entertained him - a cryptic code that was poking fun of the Chancellor, flashing up pornographic picture severy 33rd click. he loved the internet: sure it was monitored like everthing else, but if you knew how to bypass these...it was freedom. It has a sense of humor.
I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling: The notion of some infinately gentle Infinately suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh, The worlds revolve like ancient womean Gatehring fuel in vacant lots.
Even in his sancutuary, and not for the first time, Daara missed his parents and felt alone. The poem hung in the air of his memory like the dust of an old room unearthed after decades.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 2:21 pm
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 2:47 pm
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 3:28 pm
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 10:24 pm
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Ruby had been busy patrolling the streets in the heavy rain for anyone breaking curfew and following possible leads. When she had strolled the streets she often glanced up at a few windows with dimmed light glowing through the curtains or blinds. Very once in a while she could catch the shine of someone's eyes peering out at her and her companions as they worked. She knew many people detested them, but this was for their own protection. One day they would come to realize it.
She went home, to her decent sized apartment, shortly after four in the morning. Everything was as she had left it....everything was tidy and in place. Perfect order-except for the damn machine that sat at her desk across from her bed. Strolling to her kitchen she put on a pot of coffee. As it brewed she went about a regular routine of watering her plants, checking her messages, and other small chores. Her grey and white cat, Lewie, weaved in between her legs-eager for an early breakfast.
"I'm getting to you," she replied as she set his dish down on the floor on it's proper little place mat.
Then she went and poured herself a cup of coffee. She savored the aroma before taking the first sip. Looking at the clock she debated on whether or not she should try to get a couple hours of her. She strolled into her bedroom and sat the cup on a coaster upon the desk. Ruby went ahead and set her alarm and laid on top of the blankets. It didn't take long before she nodded off.
However, her slumber was short lived when the alarm went off and once again was readying herself for work. As quickly as possible she straighten the bed, downed another coffee, and cleaned the dishes. She paused only briefly after she locked the door to remind herself that a repairman was coming later in the afternoon the repair her computer.
The day began as any other, but due to her lack of sleep it seemed longer than normal. It was until about mid-day that a call came in about a wanted criminal seem at a church. A small unit was dispatched to investigate which included her.
"So why do you think the guy is at a church?" the officer driving asked.
"Perhaps he wants to repent," Ruby replied with more alertness and focus.
When they arrived they were greeted by paniced citizens and a burning church. One officer who had went in stumbled out with life threatening burns. Ruby practically jumped out of the car to try and aid the man. She dragged him a safe distance away while one officer called in for fire control and medics.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 5:03 am
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:07 am
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Robert swiftly walked to the grimy top floor flat of an old rundown apartment he called home, the apartment is mostly bare accept for some makeshift stills used for making any illicit chemicals he can use, and a broken rocking chair by the window. He wonders around for a while checking the maintenance on the stills and finally settles at his surveillance outpost.
The surveillance post consisted of a Dictaphone a pair of binoculars on a coffee table by the rocking chair, but to him it was a silent place of thought where he could plan his next move, after a few hours of silent surveillance he recorded the report of his recent actions, “strategically the church was a sound choice; I have a clear view to observe the aftermath, it caused enough panic for me to escape with a month’s worth of supplies and I got to see my first glimpse of their response. The problem is that the investigation team isn’t as green as I anticipated, a senior officer was on the scene shortly after leading me to assume some poor sod walked in expecting a some glory on his first day, this investigator could endanger my plan to implicate a mole, note: I need to find a hacker get my file for me so I can pin the attack on them if need be, end report”. The appearance of the second investigative team bothered Robert immensely, but he was sure he followed the MO of a known terrorist group, even to the degree of using an inferior explosive.
Robert then left the comfort of his broken rocking chair to check his traps before he returned to the comfort his chair, after a few hours proceeded to fall asleep while trying of how to encourage the witch hunt within the police for the ‘mole leaking information to the terrorist groups’.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:27 am
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