After a nearly infinite legacy of the whole “good vs. evil” charade, it finally looked like things had settled down for good. Recently, a wicked reprobate, going simply by the name of “Desmos”, had somehow managed to upset the balance of the entire universe, sending countless worlds into orbits. Relatively few refugees had managed to safely escape this calamity, somewhere in the neighborhood of 1.7 million. After an indefinite period of panic and chaos, the survivors began to organize, forming a colony on one of the few remaining inhabitable havens in the cosmos. They quickly set to work reconstructing the community, forming a system of government and stabilizing the economy. Before long, they had a thriving utopia, a perfect little patch of heaven in the midst of a crumbling universe, a diamond in the rough, you might say. Due to the origin and purpose of the colony, they decided to dub it “Hope”. The ruling government was a fair one. It comprised of a senate, comprising of five delegates for each species represented in the community. At the head of the government sat the High Priest, acting as the adjudicator for the entire city. He was responsible for making sure the laws passed by the senate were enforced and enacting discipline when they were broken. It seemed a fair elective system with unbiased laws. However, one law that was emphasized above the rest was the forbiddance of technology, the very abomination that had allowed “Desmos” to obliterate almost the entire universe. Now, this all seemed well and good, but there was something missing, some vital element that was not supported by this isolated way of life. There were a few inhabitants who felt that there was an inevitable something… “else”. Among these was Zesper, a curious little bugger who instinctively questioned everything he came across. One of his most significant skepticisms was the law banning technology. He was doubtful about the government’s good intentions in doing this. Did technology not make life better for everyone? Zesper would spend much time pondering these thoughts. He often liked to take prolonged walks, if only to get away from all the hustle and bustle and have some time for himself to think. He often wandered unwittingly past the borders of the city. Leaving the city was illegal, but he’d never been caught before, and he never did it on purpose, so he figured that justified his little trespasses. Of course, they seemed completely innocent. He did no damage by leaving the metropolis. Nothing significant happened… until one day. Zesper was out on one of his little walks when he stumbled upon a rather large pile of junk. His curiosity sparked, he decided to have a brief look around. As he meandered, a gleam of light caught his eye, the reflection of the sun. He turned toward the source of the flash, homing in on what looked like a pair of studded gloves. Upon further investigation, he discovered that there was also a matching pair of boots, adorned with similar studs. He quickly donned them, cherishing his new discovery. He clapped his hands together in excitement, and before he knew it, Zesper was hovering about one foot off the ground. He began to waver, falling forward, but he didn’t hit the ground. He was kept aloft by some unseen force. He tumbled over and over, attempting in vain to recover his balance. That’s when he had a thought: Maybe the gloves were doing it. He quickly clapped his hands together again and he promptly collapsed onto the ground in a heap. His eyes began to widen as he realized the potential in this pile of junk. He looked around some more, his search uncovering another futuristic piece. It looked somewhat like a revolver, but it had three barrels rather than one. What’s more, he also found a convenient little stash of discarded currency, more than he made in a year. There was possibility in this. He rushed hurriedly back to the town, flaunting his newfound treasure. That’s when the “idea” came to him. With this money, he could fund an expedition to the outside, finally discovering more than anyone had ever known confined in that rattrap that passed for a city. Together, they would discover the secrets of technology and improve the conditions of everyone in Hope. He immediately set off to find some recruits. He made some fliers to advertise his planned quest.

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Name:
Age:
Background Summary:
Weapons:
Powers:

Okay, guys here's the deal. This is going to be a quest/adventure type RP. There will be multipe enviroments you will have to travel through until you reach the end. You will be faced by multiple baddies and even some agents of the High Priest who try to stop you.
The leader of the expedition will be Zesper with his RP character Zesper. He will be accepting or declining the applications.
There will be five opennings.

Rules:

Zesper is in charge of the expedition, but I will be controlling the sequence of events.

No godmodding.

No autohit.

Have fun, victims!... I mean, RPers. Heh... heh... heh...

Once we have the sign-ups, the RP will commence.

Name: Girga Bjytrs
Age: 3 (roughly 12, Mkiuts age faster than humans)
Racial Info: Mkiuts grow to about 4 ft tall, a foot and a half is just ears! Their heads are roughly twice the size of their small body. their limbs are cone like, the tips being hands and feet. They have a thin layer of fur covering their bodies, and they have hair like a human. The hair and fur are always different colors, although eyes and hair are normally the same. Their noses and ears are rabbit-like. Their muscles densen instead of grow.

All Mkiutkind have innate powers, whither it be mind reading, healing, firebreath, or something else. Many of the powers are common and new powers rarely are passed on. Mkiuts live a long life if they make it to 19.
Background Summary: Born to a Sight-seer and Technopath, a bad power to have in a world that shuns technology. She herself didn't show any power of her own. Her mother was banished for practicing her power when Girga was but a baby. When Girga was two a spider-like contraption found it's way to her. It carried a message from her mother, who was apparently still alive out there in the junkyard. That's when she found her power. As she touched the metal work there was a quick flash, and she saw her own body fall. She felt rigid and confused...
Weapons: Her "Spidy" can be used like a shield, that is also how it escapes notice.
Powers: Technochannel; Girga can take over and control machines. This is the only occurrence ever known of this power.

OOC: I have a question, by different species do you mean different alien species?

...I hope so...

Gah, Appearance! I need to do that.

Not necessarily, but you can if you want to.

...

TWELVE YEARS OLD?

SRSLY?

shhh...

But she isn't a child prodigy, anyways.

*begins making character*

You can't be f*** serious...

No I'm not, she is a prodigy... no... I'm using her as a bridge to her mother, the one I really want to play as. I guess that's no excuse though... maybe actually... I just thought of something, a way I can play her mother without playing as her. Which doesn't matter either way if this RP doesn't get started.

Sit tight for a little while longer. I'm putting the finishing touches on the leader.

Name: Steve
Age:112
Background Summary: Born of one of the survivors of the chaos. He grew up in a typical life, never defying the rules. He got a job as the bartender's apprentice, then advance through the ranks until he had gotten the authority to wash the glasses. He continued on this, making meager pay. Using his minimal wages, he paid the black market mentors his paycheck to teach him magic. He was a happy young man, and did this until he reached the ripe age of eighty years old. Suddenly, his world changed forever on a trip to the local herbalist. He had contracted Alzheimer's. He lost all connection with his family, and now is the local mad man, living down the street from a neighborhood of small children. He is under the belief that he is a Popsicle.
Weapons: Carries a wooden staff with a compartment for his pills at the tip.
Powers:

Staff Whack: A hard whack to the noggin of his opponents. Often causes brain damage.

Overdose: Knocks out his opponents, and feeds them his medication.

"I'm OOOOOLD": Discourages enemies from attacking him by pestering them with stories of his youth.

IC:

"I'm a popsicle! I wish I was a creamsicle..." Steve said sadly, knowing that inside of him was only more fruity goodness.

OOC: I'm getting this feeling that you don't understand my character. Would you like me to explain him?

No, just wanted to make sure you were serious.
Which I am still rather skeptical about.