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A City in Ruins
A part of history

The Story

Highler Ridge, a city that was meant to be a test for future living conditions. It became something much more than that, a city full of crime and murder, chaos. The project was abandoned when a criminal organization took out most of the police force, after that, all the heads of the project just... gave up. People slowly left, and once the city looked empty, time took it's course. The city lost it's color, slowly everything faded to grey. Stuff fell apart, machines stopped working, until after many years it looked like an apocalypse rolled through. The city was discovered by an organization called "RESTORATION", a group that works to recover the Earth's beauty. While setting up small camps throughout the city, the group discovered people still living in the rubble of what Highler Ridge once was. They were living like bums, but they were living. Some were taken prisoner, and some were shot and murdered. Word of these new violent individuals got out almost instantly, and all the remaining individuals of Highler Ridge were ready to defend themselves. They may try to stay out of RESTORATION's way, but eventually, most, if not all of them, would be gone, along with the stories of Highler Ridge's past.


The City

Highler Ridge
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Once a large, beautiful city, now a large, ugly, grey city. Everything you would find in a normal city would be located here, but it'd probably be broken. The metro is the preferred travel method, but some of the tunnels are blocked off by rocks and none of the trains work anymore. Most, if not all of the streets are clear, and most, if not all of the buildings are still accessible.

Financial Zone
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Bigger buildings, bigger area. Malls, hospitals, and just general business can be located here. Most of the products out of shops have been cleared out, but you might stumble upon a can of beans now and again. Has more RESTORATION camps than the rest of the city, aside from the parts bordering the sea.

Industrial Zone
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Empty most of the time. Warehouses and broken machines galore. It has a docking area, considering it borders the sea, but RESTORATION doesn't use it, so it's probably the safest place to be for everyone else.

'Rural' Zone
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The ghetto. Apartments, dark alleys, dumpsters and shady family owned stores. Near the industrial zone, to signify that all who live here are filth, but if you live here you get products before anyone else does. Has probably two RESTORATION camps.

Metro
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An underground train system that was the best way to get around undetected. The 'behind the scenes' areas further down the tracks are filled with graffiti, hobo huts and filth.

The Port
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Boats go here, people get off, boats leave.


The 'Factions'

Bums - Those who once lived in Highler Ridge. They're poorly armed but have the environmental advantage. They also try to avoid fights at all costs, but aren't afraid to get their hands dirty.

RESTORATION - The group of soldiers that want to restore Earth's beauty. They're armored and have big guns, big numbers, and like to murder bums/take bums prisoner. More arrive via boat when needed.

Innocent - Just want the bad people to go away. They will more than likely never fight back, and spend most of their time running.


Let's Make a Character

Fill this out;

Name:
Age: (Must be 18 of a RESTORATION member)
Gender:
Faction: (Bum, RESTORATION or Innocent)
Personality:
Appearance:
Inventory:
Clothing:
Picture*:
Backstory*:
Previous RPs*:
Other**:

*:Optional
**: Optional, and includes race and stuff.


Rules

1. No godmodding. Just no.
2. You can't pull a weapon out of your ass. This is very common. (considered godmodding)
3. I decide whether or not an action is possible, along with whatever mods I might've had come along.
4. Above rule's ruling is decided by others in the RP.
5. Don't be an ass, if you find a loophole, don't exploit it.
6. Don't be stupid, and claim you have a million bullets, or something along those lines.
7. Dramatically changing the environment to your gain is considered godmodding.
8. You may not force a player into a drastic action, unless it's something obvious like them falling if you tackle them. If they suddenly stop posting, you can carry them around and stuff, but other than that, you can't control them. You can't kill them either, unless specified by the person getting killed in a post.
9. Break these rules and you get removed from the RP. How many times I give you another chance depends on who you are and how bad you screwed things up.


~Characters~
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Name: Maxwell Nappy
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Faction: Bum
Personality: roostery, sarcastic, prefers words over actions, can stand a considerable amount of pain, easy to make an enemy of, quick to attack, can't sit still, a leader.
Appearance: 5'10, about 110 pounds, pale, thin, dark brown ragamuffin hair, missing half of left leg, slightly muscular around arms and legs.
Inventory: Large crowbar, empty can.
Clothing: Navy blue suit jacket, white undershirt, red tie, black pants, black soap shoe, metal rod to replace half of left leg, black bandana around head.
Previous RPs*: All of them.
Name: Ross Mikael
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Faction: Bum
Personality: Cold-Blooded, Impulsive.
Appearance: Black hair, Sad Brown Eyes, Caucasian, 5'0 Clock Shadow, 6'8.
Inventory: Ruger Mini-14, SIG Sauer p229, RPG with a ACOG sight and Laser Sight as well as Grenade Launcher attachment, Gator Machete Pro.
Clothing: This pretty much.
Picture*
Backstory*: The Grandson of Horatio Mikael, he resides in the remains of Highler Ridge because he's bound to a promise in which he has yet to fulfill before he can move on. He continues Horatio's dream and has his own small gang-like resistance group whom strive to fend off RESTORATION with whatever means necessary.
Previous RPs*: Yo mama.
Other**:  Australian Accent, Theme
Name: Don Newhouse
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Faction: RESTORATION
Personality: Deeply, deeply disturbed. Not too good at making friends.
Appearance: 6'4", skinny, scary-face
Inventory: Pack of cigarettes, M16A1, a flashlight, five packs of AA batteries, nightstick
Clothing: RESTORATION Uniform
Backstory*: I can't quite remember exactly where I came from. I can remember some re-education, and then I remember arriving on a boat in the port.
Previous RPs*: Highler Ridge, Highler Ridge Again, Earth 2.0, et cetera.
Other: Caucasian (mainly of Irish descent), ravishing blue eyes.
Name: Nathan Franc
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Faction: Bums
Personality: Charismic, Good leadership skills
Appearance: Blonde blue eyed
Inventory: M4AI, 2 mags, wire
Clothing: Chief Police Uniform
Backstory*: Grandson of the old Higher Ridge Chief
Previous RPs*: The other highler, a few other ones
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Name: Ross Mikael
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Faction: Bum
Personality: Cold-Blooded, Impulsive.
Appearance: Black hair, Sad Brown Eyes, Caucasian, 5'0 Clock Shadow, 6'8.
Inventory: Ruger Mini-14, SIG Sauer p229, RPG with a ACOG sight and Laser Sight as well as Grenade Launcher attachment, Gator Machete Pro.
Clothing: This pretty much.
Picture*
Backstory*: The Grandson of Horatio Mikael, he resides in the remains of Highler Ridge because he's bound to a promise in which he has yet to fulfill before he can move on. He continues Horatio's dream and has his own small gang-like resistance group whom strive to fend off RESTORATION with whatever means necessary.
Previous RPs*: Yo mama.
Other**:  Australian Accent, Theme.


No more Ink-blot mask ;-;.


Yaba daba doo.


I sigh as I stare up into the night sky, the full moon shrouded by black clouds. I lay there besides 2 other individuals, whom of which wear poorly stitched on labels on their clothing, Jake and Markus. Jake sighs, "Y'know, I don't know why we stay here anymore.". I look over to Jake before roughly saying, "Well it's not like I can leave, and you know why..." Markus chuckles as he says, "Yeah yeah, we all know..." I grin, looking back up to the sky, "Besides, ever since she died I feel stuck here." "Well it's not like it was your fault dude, blame those military starfishs." says Jake. I frown, "I'm gonna kill every last one of them, I swear..." "Yeah well, you can't do it alone." both Markus and Jake say nearly in sync. I grin, "Thanks." "No problem" Jake says before Markus nods, as the 3 of us continue to stare up into the night sky.

I was scaling the emergency ladder inside an elevator shaft looking for electronic scraps. If I was going to fix my damn generator I was going to have to do it before somebody unsanitary found it. I broke open several wall panels and placed the important bits in the can, then when the can was full I started my descent. I was about to mention not slipping to lighten my mood when of course the rod in place of the missing half of my leg (going to start referring to that thing as 'rod') failed to remain in place. If it wasn't for me holding onto the ladder for deal life beforehand, I probably would have fell and shattered a lot of my bones, and possibly some innards beyond the bones. I took a moment to wait for my life to stop flashing before my eyes and continued downward.

Bump.
Please guys.
Please.


Wait, a reviving of Highler Ridge? :D

Time to bring out my cop character.

And time for me to make a gang of Asians!



I'm guessing this is generally what Highler Ridge is now, police will no longer exist as it is replaced by the oppressive RESTORATION.

I'm glad this is here. We need more good community projects. Most of them right now aren't the best.

Let's move things on a tad.
Really want this to live.

I had returned to my basement home after my elevator shaft expedition to find it as dark and lifeless as I left it. I quickly shoved the important bits into my generator and bing-badda-boom I could see again. It was great to not go outside and be blinded, but now I get to come inside and be blinded too, perfect. I sat down in my dusty chair, spun around a few times and cranked up the radio, listening for news on where RESTORATION was. I got bored of sitting four seconds in and went to do something on the rafters above my suspended lights, fix more things and listen to people panic.

I wake up, still in the pose I was when looking up into the sky upon the roof, it's morning, the two beside me left. I groan, getting up before looking around. Two men approach me, which of course are from my 'gang'. "Boss, some of the boys think we've found a place further away's." I sigh, "Take me to it..." the man nods and we go there and stuff and yeah. When we arrive we are greeted by lights and stuff and then we like go downwards and we find this basement and stuff, yeah.



Then a wild swarm of xenomorphs attack.

While I was poking stuff with a wrench I heard a familiar sound. My door opening. Goody, the radio just told me word of RESTORATION finding a lit basement. Lucky me, I was probably going to die. I was relieved of my fear of death when I saw three men walking through my home. 'I swear if they touch the chair' the voice in my head muttered at me. I inched over a bit so I was hidden above a light, and waited. The chair squeaked under somebody's weight. Oh hell no. I pulled the crowbar out of it's 'holster' and grabbed the closest wire holding the suspended lamp. I then cut the wire, and as the light fell the other wire groaned under it's weight and snapped, letting the light fall onto the guy in my chair, probably wounding him.

I watch as a light falls onto the head of the man whom sat down in the chair, I slowly begin to walk away backwards slowly unholstering my rifle as the other man looks around quickly and furiously shouting, "What the hell?! Where are you!".