Author Topic: Highler Ridge :: Rebirth  (Read 16502 times)




          Hello, fellow Blockland users. My name is Caution, and I'm here to give some life back into Community Projects by reviving a previously somewhat successful roleplay of mine, known as Highler Ridge. The original roleplay had developed quite a crowd of users of different kinds, all coming together to create a fun and interesting storyline involving characters of many different kinds.

But enough about the past. I hope to see this roleplay get some life back, and I'm all for progress. Let's look forward to the future.



ABOUT Highler Ridge is a city that has an ongoing problem with crime - drug trafficking, warfare, police corruption, and flashing. There's no real form of enforcement in the city, due to large percentages of minorities and cultural disagreements. When will there finally be peace in the city? Will there ever be?

You're here to determine the fate of this situation. Will you be a drug lord, establishing your own territory among countless others, setting up hits and organizing shipments, taking down whoever gets in your way? Or will you be a junkie on the bottom of the food chain, doing whatever he can to get his next high? On second thought, there's always the flipside - start proving to the citizens there's still some good in the force. Bring back order and peace into the residents' lives. Track down criminals, establish a team of people that can do what needs to be done in the face of justice. Will you lose some men or prevail?



GENERAL So everyone has a history, right? Are you working for the Italian mafia, for a huge family of drug lords, being a slave to the money when the boss calls? Or will you play it solo? Establish a name for yourself as you go, cooking up your own drugs and combinations. Jerryrig some cool weapons and sell them out the back of your Prius, because no cop is going to expect someone to set up shop out of a hybrid. Maybe you're a typical immigrant fresh off the boat looking for work wherever you can. Or perhaps you're a runaway, living on your stolen earnings since you were motherloving thirteen years old.

Okay, so my main goal here is to inspire you to be creative in thinking up a backstory for your character. No one said it had to be original - be a Pegorino from GTA IV or be Niko, be Walter White or Jesse from Breaking Bad, or just be some kid who thought he was selling oregano but it turned out to be some weed. Make people interested in who you are.



THE CITY The city is large - it is a metropolis, after all - and divided amongst a small series of five islands all interconnected by ferry terminals, bridges, or the jet-ski rental company.

          :: Bright Annex, the part of town you should probably stay in if you're new around here. A lot of suburban homes are here, and the building height is kept around three or four stories. The work is easy here, steal a few cars or pick up a package, and the cops are too busy in the other parts of the city. The people are mild and the bosses are as well, an ideal place to begin.

          :: Woodland is a bit of a mystery, especially its name - there's not really much for trees here. It's a smaller island, and is pretty similar to the Bright Annex area, but with more cops and more jobs. The Greenwald International Airport is here as well, being the largest and busiest airport in the north. Airport security doesn't take any stuff from anyone, and there's no corruption - it wouldn't be wise to get funny.

          :: Edina; you don't know much at all about this area, but it's supposedly the fancy part of the city, full of nice houses, skyscrapers and sports cars. You've talked about going over there with your cousin once, but he seems afraid of the area - perhaps its the mafia bosses and other people of such status that look like they'll shoot you on the spot if they see you. Maybe once you have some experience.

          :: Goodyear is pretty much the business area of the city, filled to the max of skyscrapers and taxis. With so many people here, it can be good for you and your wallet, but the population can kill you in a second as well, especially when the police are around. Be alarmed!

          :: Daltine is the industrial. Whenever you steal a car, this is probably where you should take it to either sell it for a quick buck or deliver it to one of the hundreds of garages. A shootout here would be a catastrophe, with all of the flammables and opportunities to blow stuff up. Several city buildings are located here, such as the city dump, recycling center, the dump. Some offices are located here as well, such as Bernard's Taxi services and the city buses. There's not much to see here.



CHARACTERS Finally, the exciting stuff. This can be a fun part if you put effort into it. Your character is your baseline for your story and will ultimately be the deciding factor of how the game goes for you.

1 :: Start out with a bio. Who are you? Write a brief summary of a few sentences; general characteristics, where you came from, status of your parents, whatever you want. Just tell us who you are. We don't know you, so let us in!

2 :: A physical description would be nice. Either post a nice picture of who you are - make it look like you in real life, or Google a random picture of a lovey man and claim to be him. Or, if you'd rather, give us a text rundown. Eye color, hair color, clothing style, the works. We've never seen you before, so how would we look at you? Are you a streetie or a thug? Business professional or a mime? Who knows? I sure don't.

3 :] IMPORTANT :: You will need to keep this menu at the top of every RP post you make here in Highler Ridge. Consider it your status update; it'll explain what you're doing in basics for people too lazy to read (though realistically they probably shouldn't be in a roleplay anyway). On to the template;

NAME | What's your name?
LOCA | Where you at, dawg?
ACTN | What are you doing? Robbing a place? Stealing a car?
INVT | What's in your pockets? Include cash and weapons.
OBJV | What's your objective? Goal in your post?

Other than that, feel free to explain your character in as much detail as you want in your first post, or whatever post you'd like. Hopefully you keep coming back so we get to know you well enough.



RULES They're pretty straight forward; I mean, it's a pretty simple roleplay. Obviously compliance with forum rules is a must - no one really wants to read in detail about love with your prostitute. No overly gross love scenes, don't make a stupid character who says forget every other word, and I wish it could go unsaid, but no god-modding. You didn't start out with a four million dollar estate you inherited from Uncle Jerry. Be realistic. That's the most important in my opinion. I want realism, and I want to have fun, so make it fun!



If you have any questions, feel free to speak up. Enjoy!

NAME | Jesse Tribune
LOCA | Lawn of Harold and Teresa Tribune's house
ACTN | Sitting in shock
INVT | $12; some gum
OBJV | None

Jesse Tribune was never a name in high school that people would've recognized. His face wasn't one that someone would take a second look at in a crowd. He was just an average kid, never did much to make himself stand out. He never seemed to mind, either - he was more comfortable in the shadows.

His home life was always pretty simple. His biological parents were still together, something somewhat hard to find in this generation. They were wholesome people with good morals and good intentions, planning to send their only son to college. His time was coming for that, being that he had just graduated high school a few days ago. He had began looking for his summer job, and browsing Craigslist for a cheap car that he could commute with. He was spoiled in his childhood thus far, never having to worry about where his next meal would come from. It'd be out of his parent's pockets, just like his shelter.

His life had just been turned upside down, after his parents had walked in on him holding a bag of marijuana. He was sitting on his bed in his own room, his door closed and the window open to ensure that the smell would not linger. He had opened the Ziploc bag when in came his mother... and to her surprise, Jesse had his hand wrist deep in a bag of the stuff. Before he could explain to either on of them, his father had rushed upstairs and kicked his sorry ass out onto the lawn and told him to go find a new place to live. Drugs would not be tolerated, not even on his first chance. He was 18 - now or never, said his father.

He looked into the sky while sitting in the middle of the green grass, taking in the blues and the clouds with his dark green eyes. He let out a sigh from his slim build and ran a hand through his straight brown hair. He had almost no money and no friends he could go to in a time like this. Jesse Tribune was looking at his life head on, and he had no idea what his next move would be.

NAME | Alexander "Vesti" Zhidkov
AGE | 37
APPR | 6'1", 184 LBS, Dark Br eyes, Dark Br hair, short hair, roughy shaven
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INV | Wallet, MP-446 (2 magazines) in a suit holster, watch, some sort of military medal. Always wears a suit.
ACTN | Having a midday smoke
OBJ | to expand


Alex was born on September 14, 1976 in Tula, Russia, USSR. From day one he was exposed to loving and caring people, his mother and father. He had only been raised on one principle. Self respect. His father was a very respected person in their humble town for the way he presented himself. When Alex was 3, his father was conscripted and sent to Afghanistan to serve the Soviet Army. He only saw his father on and off for 9 years, whenever he'd get leave. But he was mostly raised by his mother.

When his father came back in 1988, he was little to no different than when he left. However, his views on Soviet Russia changed drastically. They moved to Moscow in 1989 when Alex was 12. Their reason? Money. His father had siblings involved in a renown crime family. He had plans to establish his own. Fr the move on, 12 year old Alex was influenced by his father's profession. And often did work for his father, whether it be getting his hands dirty or filling out paperwork.

Alex is now 36 and his father sent him to Highler Ridge to establish a city branch of the family. Alex was very rejoiced in getting this job, and will not let anyone get in his way

So there he sat, on the hotel balcony, cigarette in his mouth, not knowing what to do next.

NAME | Jesse Tribune
LOCA | His car
ACTN | Driving
INVT | $12; some gum
OBJV | Visit Thor's house

It didn't take Jesse much longer to decide that he wouldn't get anywhere just sitting on his front lawn - he had to figure out his next move. He ran through his options, and there weren't many, between pleading his parents for another shot and be let back in the house, go find a motel room for the night, sleep in his old BMW, or crash at a friend's place for the night. And that's when he got the idea of calling up his old friend Thor.

Thor was not a kid that let many people get close to him, nor was he the kind that looked very approachable. He had a serious case of black stubble to match his raggedy black hair, accompanied on his face by lonely brown eyes and a soft mouth that never curved into a smile. He was always known as Thor though he was far from a super hero. He didn't even remotely resemble him. Jesse was his best friend and even he never recalled his name.

Jesse whipped out his flip phone, an old Nokia. He and his family had the money to upgrade, but Jesse had always lacked the desire. Physical buttons and simple controls... the more simplistic, the better. He scrolled through his contacts until the cursor landed upon Thor's number, and he clicked the call button. After ringing a few times, Jesse heard a click and a sleepy, "What?" on the other end of the line.

"Hey, dude... you asleep or something?"

"Not anymore, thanks for asking."

"My bad." Jesse hardly felt sorry - sleeping is all Thor ever did.

"Yeah, your bad. Damn right."

"Anyway... I was wondering if you wanted to get a bite or something. I've got some big news to share."

He didn't hear a response.

"...on me."

"Now you're talking. Pick me up. I'll be waiting outside." The line clicked. Jesse just looked at his phone. Thor wasn't the nicest of people, but he was all Jesse had outside of his home life.

He trotted towards his old faded red BMW, started it up, and peeled away from his house, leaving his parents behind.


Hello. These are best played with larger amounts of people.


Good God Caution I've missed you.

NAME | Maxwell Nappy
LOCA | Goodyear; in a broken down van in a 'Inside Out Burger' parking lot.
ACTN | Wondering what the hell to do for entertainment.
INVT | 'Pocket' knife, large enough to strike fear before the first stab.
OBJV | Do something entertaining.

Looks Like | A tall, pale, 'I'm going to punch you in the shoulder' looking guy. Scruffy brown hair on top and multiple scars to litter everywhere else.

He wanted to do something with his life, stuck in a struggle at the end of Highschool, not getting any answers from anyone. One day at the gun range, he finally did something. He stole a pistol. Wondering what to do with it, he read up in the newspapers about current crimes. A long string of robberies had recently occurred. It hit him. He robbed small stores, and used the money to up his arsenal to rob a bigger store than the last. It became a cycle, murder, rob, buy. He became addicted. The sight of blood, pain, and fear was like candy to him. Like all addictions, he eventually needed too much to feed it. He sank back into depression. He lost it all, trying to get back to what he had. He wanted to be happy. After being arrested for murdering a man by shoving glass down his throat at a bar, all of his savings went into getting him out. He walks the street, searching for happiness, the one thing he'll give it all up for.
« Last Edit: June 01, 2013, 02:54:21 AM by Jokey365 »

Oh thank god, yes. :')
I'll probably do my thing in a few hours.
Good work, Mustardseed!

I throw my half smoked cigarette off the balcony and walk back into the hotel room. I was going to have to find a place to stay. The hotel was nice and all, but it was far too expensive. Humming some folk tune, I pick my leather coat up off the bed and put it on, grabbing the room key as well. I checked to make sure my gun was loaded before stepping out of the room towards the elevators. The ride to the lobby was odd. As I walk towards the main doors, I receive very odd looks from hotel staff. Whatever. I step out onto the street and begin walking with no intention.

NAME | Maxwell Nappy
LOCA | Goodyear; walking down the sidewalk near Inside Out Burger.
ACTN | Walking with the 12:00 lunch rush.
INVT | 'Pocket' knife, large enough to strike fear before the first stab.
OBJV | Get somewhere I need to go.
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I sat there, banging my head against the wall. I couldn't figure out how the hell I would go about pulling this off. I had to stage a fire in an old drug house in Bright Annex, but there were some obstacles in the way. First, the gang members hanging out inside and out. Second, any police that are ever in Bright Annex usually watch that house, I'd be caught in moments. Third, I was unarmed and undisguised. The wall I wasn't using to cause myself blunt trauma was a mess of plans and notes to myself, all of which were crossed out in some way, either due to the failure that would arise from them, or just because I didn't want to do them. Sick of sitting around, I kick open the back doors of the van and walk out into the parking lot. It was one of those parking lots behind the store to save space, and probably one of the only parking lots around. This was probably the largest Inside Out Burger in the city, so that was expected. I lazily walk out onto the sidewalk and throw myself into the river that is the 12:00 lunch rush, hoping it drags me somewhere I need to go.

NAME | Ed Berens
LOCA | Daltine
ACTN | What are you doing? Robbing a place? Stealing a car?
INVT | $8.09, a switchblade, an ounce of weed, and an ID.
OBJV | I need a car and a gun. And drugs. Lots of drugs.


My parents were druggies.
I'm the same.
I just lost my apartment and my job and I just got back out of jail.
I'm 23 years old and I drink a bit too much. Since I've gotten out of jail, I've got no money and no means of transportation so what I need right now is a car and a gun. Once I've got those, I really just want some place to stay. Then I can do some crimes and buy a Gameboy or some stuff.

NAME| Alan Sheffield-Westmond
LOCA| Concourse A, Greenwald International, Woodland
ACTN| Walking to his car.
INVT| Wallet [in: $16, photo ID, credit card], cell phone, bear spray
OBJV| Head back to his apartment.



I'm an introvert, and I know too much for my own good; I swear, my knowledge will get me killed one day. I always had prospects of getting out of Highler Ridge: make something of myself, go to college, start a family, all that jazz. But alas, I'm still stuck here at the young age of 22, working in a back-end job as a security guard at the airport. Not exactly how I envisioned my life to turn out.

I've lived with my mother, father, and sister in the same apartment in the middle of Goodyear for as long as I can remember. My brother used to live there; he was a bit of a junkie and was shot in a deal gone wrong. His body was never found, we don't even know if he lived. He called us while it was happening, crazy bastard; told us that he'll be late coming home. He's now about 3 years late.

I live a mediocre life. Despite the fact that my brother was a drunk and a junkie, my parents have always been rational people. The apartment is nice; it's what you would expect from a middle-class family.



I walk to my car, across the elevated departure roadway, and into the parking garage at a brisk pace. I always have both hands in my pockets, one hand grasped tightly around my can of bear mace. How I haven't gotten to use it, I have no idea; it's practically a miracle. As I walk into the elevator, I look behind me, straighten my tie, and press the button to go down.

In the very short 25 seconds it takes the rickety elevator to go 3 floors, I think: why don't I just pack all my stuff, buy a plane ticket, and get the hell out? The thought is rational, but it's easier said than done. If I got out, I'd have to take my parents and my sister. Forget my brother; if he's still huffing paint and smoking crack he'll care less about where we are.

Suddenly, the elevator stops and opens. My floor. I walk out into the parking garage, which smells like motor oil, burnt rubber, and fecal matter. I still gag from the smell, despite me working at the same job for over 2 years. It's putrid. I pull out my phone and check the time as I walk to my car. Looking up, I see my black Tesla and smile; it was a birthday gift from my parents after they received a large amount of inheritance from our Uncle Ted. Despite that, we're still paying it off.

I look behind me and run for the car, quickly opening, closing, and locking the door in quick succession. As I start the car, the thought pops into my head again. Brushing it off, I loosen and pull off my tie before pulling out of the parking space and onto the road.
« Last Edit: June 02, 2013, 12:53:24 AM by Comatose »

name is nicolas flamel
location is paris
action is loving perenelle
inventory is magic
objective is cum


so i was loving a five hundred year old bitch when i was like
guys how do cum
I have no idea what I just wrote.

name is nicolas flamel
location is paris
action is loving perenelle
inventory is magic
objective is cum


so i was loving a five hundred year old bitch when i was like
guys how do cum
I have no idea what I just wrote.

Get out.