Disclamer: This RPG is by audition only, meaning send character sheets or ideas to Valthonin@hotmail.com or a PM or to Adeptus through PM or something. We made this RPG together.
Disclamer 2: You may or may not notice that I blatantly take some concepts, ideas, names and/or characters from the movie Blade Runner. Sue me.
RPG: Biohazard
Setting: Chicago, the year 2231. The city is dirty and very industrialized. It has expanded onto Lake Michigan and there are 3 or 4 rivers going through the now gigantic city. Flying cars, but only the authorities and rich and lucky have them, they’re called Spinners. Lots of technology around the city, naturally.
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Cryo Corporation Products Incorporated (CCP inc)
An evil corporation that focuses on medical treatments, drugs and stim packs/ serums used by military forces to make their soldiers near superhuman. They have a personal military mercenary force that can be contracted and they have been accused of corruption and foul play in regards to their medical industry numerous times, yet have crushed the allegations with their sheer power and networking. Most people living in Chicago work for them in some way.
General Plot: Chicago is currently a very dystopian city. People are essentially cattle. The government is corrupt, however only in regards to growing monopolies like CCP. At the moment, a top secret convoy consisting of two CCP mercenary cruisers and one Cargo truck are heading into the city to deliver an unknown biological experiment to a private lab owned by CCP. This convoy will begin the main story line, however I encourage you to have mini-plots.
In this RPG, despite it being the future, I really want realism. Meaning no Boba Fetts. The first jet pack I see will incure the wrath of the Lord of the Role Playing Section. Hence the auditions. You can be a regular Chicago Police officer, in which case you can be creative and describe how they are in the future (within limits, no wrist rockets, use Minority Report or the Fifth Element for inspiration) or a CCP mercenary corps, or scientist for CCP, or a SWAT team member when the CCP convoy gets into trouble (which it will) or a renegade robot (keep reading to find out about those) however were only looking for one, it must be evil, humanoid, and used by an experienced RPGer...you know who you are... or you could be a rich board member of CCP (why? money, power, flying car) or you could be a taxi driver or you could be a pedestrian or you could be the future version of your current job or anything in modern or futuristic society. Creativity ppl, use it.
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Looking out his private investigator's office window, Cain saw it was still raining. Not surprising.
He turned back to the paper work in front of him. He had to fill out a full report to give to his client, Mrs. Henderson. Apparently her suspicions were correct: Her husband was cheating on her. Not that Cain blamed him. The woman was a nut.
Cain sighed to himself as he wrote out his synopsis. In this particular case, his client didn't want a computerized report, so he was filling out a carbon copy one. He was getting tired of these 'cheating spouses' and 'embezzling co-workers' cases. They put food on the table, but it was nothing compared to Cain's previous jobs. Now-a-days, he had to wait for the Chicago Police Department, with whom he still had connections, to link him cases to work on that they were having trouble with.
FEEEEEP! Cain’s desk comm goes off, he reluctantly clicks the mic.
“Yes Becky?†Cain calls to his secretary
“Detective Giff is here to see you, Cain.†She says back
Oh please let it be a worth while case.
“Send him-“ Cain was cut off by Giff letting himself in regardless. Giff, a balding barrel chested version of a former successful detective slams the door of Cain’s office with the attitude of someone who lived there.
“I don’t know why you bother with that girl, Cain. She ain’t stopping anyone from coming in here, especially one of those cheating husbands that may wanna kill ya HEH HEH *COUGH*†Giff said as he made his way straight to the liquor cabinet and poored himself some scotch.
“That’s top shelf stuff, Giff. Not some plastic bottle crap, its single malt cask strength.†Cain said as Giff casually poured the scotch whiskey.
“Oh yeah? Well this ain’t a crap case I’m giving you either. This looks like its gonna be a fun one.†Giff says with a wink and tosses a folder onto Cain’s desk. “This dirt bags been running around anonymously killing ‘seemingly’ random people. There have been few witnesses, all we know is he’s a murderer and his name is Gerric (Giff pronounced it with a hard ‘G’). So… have fun.â€Â
Cain nods at Giff and opens the folder to take a look.
File # 331475b
Name: Gerric
Age: Unknown. Estimated between 20 and 35
Gender: Presumed Male
Appearance: Tall, about 6'0 tall, usually seen wearing a balaclava with orangelit goggles. ( Goggles have possible tacticle display) and a black pinstripe suit, with white shirt, black vest and red tie. Tan Trenchcoat, shin length. Black fedora. Below is an isolated security camera’s image of suspect :
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Suspect is highly skilled at martial arts, consider armed and extremely dangerous.
Suspect has been sighted multiple times over the past year, murders are brutal and bloody, no detectable pattern.
Wanted for arson, murder, assault on an officer, resisting arrest
“Real A-class weirdo eh?†Giff adds, downing his drink
“Yeah… yeah…†Cain nods, not looking away from the odd picture as he takes a pill out of a bottle from his pocket and pops it into his mouth.
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Name: Richard Cain
Age: 42
Occupation: Private Investigator
Appearance:
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Weapon: Plager Katsumate Series-D Blaster, Model 2019 Chief's Special
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History:
-Cain participated in the Second Galactic Rush War when he was 19-21 years old. It was during this conflict that he contracted an advanced strain of Tuberculosis nicknamed “Cold Killer†because of the severe, characteristic chills the subject suffers during outbreaks. Cain’s Military insurance pays for the DM12 pills he takes to keep the chills away and keep him alive, it does not however kill the Tuberculosis outright. Due to this, Cain must take the pills frequently. The DM12 pills are manufactured by CCP.
-Retired Blade Runner. (Blade Runner units were used for many years during the time when robots being used in society [manufactured by South Western Robotics Corp.] would glitch and go renegade, becoming killing machines.
-Retired Detective (Dismissed due to a previous case in which he accused the Mayor of Chicago of immense corruption and even discovered his taste for young boys. The mayor quickly had Cain dismissed from the force after his 14 years of faithful service. Revenge is imminent.)