Raiders of America. [realistic][Post-apocaliptic]

"Only when the last tree has died, the last river had been poisoned and the last fish been caught, will we realize we cannot eat money" - Even thought this proverb was given by indigenous people, it carries some truth nonetheless.

*Read the following in a British upper class woman's accent* In the year of 2019, the media was struck with news and warnings of critical upcoming shortage of oil reserves, in which the responses and reactions varied. Most dismissed it as simple fear mongering and the justification to raise oil prices, some speculated that more wars will emerge in the middle east. The year 2021 came and the sudden news report of the last oil reserve on the brink of depletion, that was when some were shaken to the core, due to the raised gas prices.

To think that such a seemingly unlimited commodity could simply run out. Despite the technological advances, most oil companies went out of business, those whom produced artificial oil survived, but only a handful managed to stay in business due to the relentless demand and ridiculous quota to meet. Not to mention the harsh taxes to finance new conflicts in desperate attempts to find new oil wells.

Electrical companies whom used gas to convert to electricity also went out of business, only those that use wind turbines, solar panels or dams have also survived. Even most of the heavy machinery had been rendered barely usable. With civilization having grown rather dependent on oil consumption, many businesses being depended on transportation and the transportation of goods, had went bankrupt, due to trucks being rendered useless without the supply of petrol. Shopping malls, stores both large and small followed as well as the economy around the globe.

Due to the economic crisis around the world, taxes been raised even more in the USA, Europe, China, Russia, India etc. Unemployment, to no one's surprise, had emerged within months, different necessities and commodities had courageous prices, that even something so common such as bread was expensive which varied from state to state, country to country. Half of the population lives without any heating or electricity.

Those who still maintained their occupation, began working triple shifts and over 16 hours, 7 days a week, just to afford some food. Many starved, many left homeless, many perished, it was inevitable that crime would rise just so one could survive, instead of financial abmitions... Or because of opportunism. When winter came, that was when the weak were truly tested, the reports of those whom froze to death were sporadic, one report suggested that well over 20.000 perished while others suggest that around 1 million had lost their lives to the relentless life that has befell on civilization.

Utilization of horses once again were used by civilization as means of transportation, in which many horse breeders had became quite wealthy selling horses, as wealthy as one can be in this new world. Steam locomotives also were used for transportation, only one issue, they weren't mass produced, therefor are rather difficult to come-by and purchasing one is a different matter.

The riots became a constant issue for the government, in which nation-wide martial law was enacted, many police officers were more like soldiers, armed to the teeth with riot gear or full on military equipment. Prison facilities were more overcrowded than ever before and the large deficit of prison guards due to them being transferred to serve as riot control. One prison complex in particular cause a worldwide scandal, the warden had to pulled all of his staff out of the complex and let the inmates murder each other in a ruthless free-for-all, it was...Insanity.

The military had sought a solution to the issue of overcrowded prisons. They had established numerous military stockades around the United States, to keep in-line anyone from small-time offenders to hardened criminals. Most recent batch of detainees had been force marched to a military stockade situated in the country-side in the state of New York...

If you took your time to read ALL of that, you deserve a medal! The players will take the roles of detainees, now how you were caught and why, is up to you! Your first goal in this RP? Organize and meet other characters in order to spring yourself from the stockade to begin your new life as a marauder/raider. And if you play your cards right, yours names will echo through-out the nation as it strikes fear into the hearts of the bravest of men.

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Rules:
No Godmodding, no one's immortal
No OP, you can be a badass by all means, but keep in mind, even badasses die in movies, not in a badass way too.
No killing other players without their consent.
No one-liners, sometimes it's unavoidable, yes! But try to write more than a one-liner.

Optional character sheet (That I'll personally use)

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Physical build:
Sexual orientation:
Job (before being apprehended):
Reason for incarceration:
Education:
Personality:
Appearance:
Bio:
 
images

Name:
Jeffrey Pound

Gender:
Male

Age:
47

Physical Build:
He stands 5 foot 10 inches tall. He has a strong, muscular body with wide broad shoulders.

Sexual Orientation:
Straight

Job:
Drug Dealer and Smuggler

Reason for Incarceration:
Caught dealing drugs to fellow citizens

Education:
He acquired formal education in high school but quit after 2 years
studying in college

Personality:
Jeffrey is a tough, prideful man. He acts proudly and belittles everyone he thinks is underneath him. He will call you out if you did something he didn't like and would probably do one of three things to you: talk, fight, or kill. He respects strong people as he could relate with them.

Appearance: Jeffrey has a wrinkled, dirtied face with thick, ash-gray hair and a full beard. His wide eyes laughs as if you're little more than a worm. His crooked smile is curled into a cruel sneer. He wear disheveled, tattered clothes all over his body, resembling a homeless person on drugs.

Bio: WIP
 
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Name: Alexis Bannon Crackbone

Gender:
Male


Age:
20


Physical build:
Ectomorphic if not fit.


Sexual orientation:
Sexually confused.


Job:
Illegal welder apprentice


Reason for incarceration:
Looting, apprehended and beaten by several vigilantes.


Education:
High-school dropout.


Personality:
Alexis can't keep his mouth shut most of the time, a smart-ass infact. Alexis developed quite a sadistic and violent mind-set due to inflicting pain and suffering upon animals, as he would put it "They cannot fight back or get me in trouble" (NOTE: Sorry if this offends animal lovers, S'all in character)


Appearance:
latest


Bio:
Alexis had grown up in a trailer park in North Carolina, until the age of 15 when his aunt and a few other distant family members moved out once having enough cash to start a small time buisness. Alexis didn't mind living in a trailer park, it wasn't so bad in his opinion. But the rest of his family didn't want to live the rest of their lives as white trash.

So they set out for Brooklyn, it was more like a sh*t-hole where they lived in bensonhurst, 1 room apartment, more rats and roaches than in the trailer they lived in. Atleast in the trailer they didn't sleep on the floor and crowded together in one bed.

Eventually Alexis got used to the life in New York, even if it was alot more louder and much more violent, atleast where he lived. His family set up a beauty salon, which strangely enough made a steady income. Alexis would occasionally have to help out with the regular cleaning dates and what-not. Across the street and around the corner of an alley, was a chop shop.

Alexis would often have a chat or a smoke with the mechanics working there, one offered a part-time job off the records as his welder apprentice! Alexis agreed, he maintained the gig for about a year and a half... Until the oil crisis had struck and began noticing sporadic police presence.

Either there was a full street of cop cars, or there was not a single cop to be seen. To make a long story short, Alexis and his so-called buddy from the same apartment building decided it would be a perfect time for looting since no police were present during that day. They did manage to bust open the register, pack as much alcohol and cigarettes as they could carry, but once they stormed out of the store, several do-gooders chased them into an alleyway and gave them a good beating.

They were handed over to the authorities, both Alexis and his pal were seperated. Alexis had spent 6 days in the stockade.

Note: Some will recognize the character in the image, it's just that there was no other candidate i could find, so he will have to do)
 
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