Project Purification ~ Post Nuclear war Apocalyptic world

( please use story line characters, preferably made singualy for this Rp, be willing to have your character attacked and maybe killed in this story, This Rp has a minimum word limit for 100 per post without a upper limit please be literate. This Rp is a Rm- post- nuclear apocalyptic world)



The year was 2034, the greater powers of the world at the time; America and Russia once again started the great arms race, yet this time, something went horrificly wrong, the accidental detonation of a Nuclear-teslon weapon sparked America to launch a full scale attack, the country of Russia and its surrounding area was compleatly destroyed, becomoning lower then the sea level due ot the explosions, the radiation of this attack caused a world wide nuclear winter, throwing the world into a new dark age, people moved underground to avoid the radiation, living in huge vaults under the eath, each place in these vaults valued at over 100,000 dollars per person in the times currency. One hundred years later, when people begain to emerge into the world agian, like animals coming from hybernation, they found the sea level dropped, the cities destroyed, the goverment; gone. Violent outbreaks of people trying to gain power over this new world, a place with only one law; Be prepaired to pay with you life for any wrong doing.

Now, in the year 2238, two hundred and four years after the war, things have stabalised slightly, small communities have formed over the wasteland, mutated animals herded up. Technology being rebuilt.

The growth of slave labour which had been abolished in the pre-war world, had risen again, humans being sold at certain markets for high prices. Few resistances fight against this new up-rise of slavery, only two such groups are present in the Altarteen Wasteland. ( The area the Roleplay takes place it.)
One such group of slave-liberators called them selves 'The free new world.' A small group who's hideout in in the ruins of an underground subway station. this group of slave-liberators number in the forties. using high-technological pre-war weapons saved from disrepair by their mechanics.
The second group of liberators self named 'The Hunters' this Group are reasonably small, The largest mass of members ever sited number in the high teens, They rely on their small numbers to sneak in with little use of force and free the slaves with the fewest amount of casualties as possible.

Currently in most towns of the wasteland there are people or Guns-for-hire willing to work for almost anyone if the right price is payed or a favor is done.
( A list of Available 'companions' will be developed shortly, and will evolve throughout the story, your character can only have one follower at a time. if they die, they can't be brought back to life.)

Only a few of the pre-war building are being used, this is because of the huge area of destruction stray missiles caused, most buildings are in ruin or badly damaged, there are few Major settlements which have been built over time and have their own laws and regulations, beware of the difference between each town. (a map will be developed soon if possable.)

Beneath all the turmoil of this nuclear wasteland a group of sientists, calling themselves 'Project Purification' have been trying to develop a chemical which will not only purify water but will breath new life back into the ground, letting the earth bring fourth healthy vegetation once more. this project has been so close to becoming finished for many years now, with a little outside influence and a lot of luck, this could be the cure of this dying world. ( main story line, will you decide to help or hinder this project, that is completely up to you.)

List of Controlled characters.
Harmony Jane Valentine ( played by Xylliandrax)
Yorick Landers (Hisao)
Andy Maximum Aress (Rayne)
Ottamar Jenheim (Zeidoc)

Harmony Jane Valentine's booted feet brushed through the brown grass, the rough tufts of grass that had grown after the nuclear fallout didn't last long, maybe a few days at best, starting out as a brownish green color before dying off and turning to a grey brown, the boots she wore were hand made, delicately sewn and joined, the leather grey with age. Her green eyes explored the scene before her,She had only ever seen picture of green, properly green plants, in childrens books, even though she had thought that green so pretty on all the plants she admired the world she lived in now, it had its own beauty, the grey trees dead after their roots reached the radiated water table deep below the ground, the dry wasteland, it help its on haunting beauty, the shadows the moon light cast of the dead trees Silhouette against the rocky ground, the smooth sigh of the small stream trickling by her side. The soft swishing sound of one of the mutated cows that where farmed in this area as it moved through patch of dead grass in search of a moister patch of grass to eat, its fur-less hide brown from the sun, the song of the night birds disturbing her thoughts, she had been thinking about home, that small house back in Litia, its worn wooden walls and floor boards, it once had glass windows until the riots started when the major decided that the general public's water would be cut off. Distracted by the bird she glances around, her uniform pace slowing to almost a crawl, She the day before had watched a man die a few miles back, covered in odd scaring, as though he had been whipped within an inch of his life, all he had told her was that he had found a place, like in her books, where things were still green, and life was different, a small valley to the north, it seemed as though, once he had shared this shocking discovery with the first person he had come across, that he had lost the will to live, his body slumped to the ground, she had searched his pack, recovering various things of use, a flint and steel to make fire, a crumpled bit of browning paper, once uncrumpled this yeiled to be a map of placed the man had found important, one such place he had named 'Green valley" which according to his map was indeed to the north, other then this all she found of use in his pack was a weapon, a small mistreated 9mm pistol, with two magazines, Taking this stuff, she started her mission; to find this valley of life and greenness this man had spoken of. Behind her lay the town of Lanstri, a town which had been build on and old world airstrip, before her lay the open wilderness of the nuclear wasteland.

Yorick Landers was sneaking up and down what he called the House: the basement of a farmhouse located a mile or two outside of the town, distantly visible to people who walked the road. The slavers had once found it, and Yorick had learnt his lesson from that - the ground floor didn't show any traces of inhabitance. He had even built a fake basement for them to look into if they got the idea. Only if they knew the hidden entrance, or if they decided to dig, they would still have a chance of bumping into the real hideout.

Yorick made a bit of breakfast of the food that he still had in the house and decided that he soon would have to go out a bit further to search for some new provisions. Eating the food, that was a midnight snack for himself, he left the other half for the little ball of human that was sleeping in the pile of blankets in the closet. He walked over to the other room to arm himself with the weapons that he had found plundering a traders' base behind their back: he attached a sniper rifle to his back, a handgun to one side and two knives to the other.

After he had finished, he climbed up one of the stairs in the House. His daughter Aris and he called this the "evil stairs", the stairs that were dangerous to climb up to, as they lead to the outside. After Yorick had climbed out of the ground at the back of the house, he camouflaged the place again to make it invisible for outsiders. He checked around the house to see if the coast was clear, before he actually headed for the road. Two things were on his hitlist: food, and bad guys. He had seen some traces of them being in the vicinity the other day, so not only he had to be very careful, he would be happy if he could grab one by the throat.

Harmony’s fingers delicately unfolded the sheet of crumpled paper, smoothing out the creases and wrinkles in the delicate material. Her Grey-green eyes scanning the locations marked, she needed a place to hide out for the rest of the night, it was starting to get cold, the chill seeping into her bones, kneeling down, her used four small rocks to hold down the edges of the map, placing her messenger bag on the ground beside her, Her left hand rummaging in her pocket, withdrawing holding a crumpled cigarette packet, pulling the last cigarette from the crumpled paper box with her lips she would let out a huff, she’d sworn she had more than one left, her and returning to her pocket after discarding the packet, to produce an intricate lighter, flipping the lid over she would light her last cigarette and take a long drag, the tip glowing amber in the semi-darkness, bending forward she begian to study the map once more, her fingers tracing small marked paths, reaching for her bag she would take the pistol she had looted from the dead man’s body and examine it for a short few moments before tucking it into her waist band, her fingers tapped on the map, a section marked “Caves.” She’d use this as her resting place, it was close by, not even a hours walk, giving her, she guessed at least four hours before the sun rose over the wasteland once more, packing up and re shouldering her bag, carefully folding the map and slipping it down the front of her top into the bandaging which she used to keep her breasts from becoming a hindrance, keeping it close as she did not trust the silent night, setting off again slightly off cause she would follow a small bubbling creek along, occasionally glancing into their dark water to watch the mutated fish fin by, their scales glowing in the moon light.

Yorick looked up at the moon, as it was the brightest source of light that would guide his path until the sunrise. The dark greyish brown clothes that he was wearing weren't the most fancy, but for one, he didn't care, and this color also was good to stay camouflaged both overday and during nighttime. Yorick's combat shoes made it easy for him to march through the sandy area rather fast, and he would keep this speed on. He had learnt one trick from the experience with slavers and robbers: where they were, there was food. If they moved around, they were hunting, and if they stayed in one place, their provisions weren't near empty yet. He was different: he was always hunting, even if his provisions were full, and he never had much food with him, preferably none at all. He hunted for food, weapons, anything useful, and humans to kill on sight.

His hand close at the arms that he carried with him, he moved on, further away from the House, in the direction he had found the traces in. Foodsteps and other traces would point out what way they had went to. Travelling in full open space, in darkness, and in silence. It was the safest way of travelling in Yorick's eyes, as he could see pretty well in the dark and no escape routes were hindered by random obstacles. Mutated animals found you anyway in other environments, and humans could only see as far.

The House had disappeared in the distance behind his back. Their traces led more into the uneven landscape. Yorick would follow their possible tracks of thought. They could've built a temporary or permanent camp there, somewhere higher up, as that was safer for them to look out over the area, but probably also more visible at the same time. If people weren't too familiar and/or cautious, they could also easily walk into an ambush. Yorick decided to not instantly look for their camp, but first for a personal outpost, a higher area from which he had better view. He could easily not only see people from there, but also shoot them if necessary.

As Harmony's Cigarette burnt down to a stub she let out a sigh, letting it drop from her lips to the ground before her, her pace faltering a little, her eyes drooping slightly, her mind slowing down, sleep trying to overcome her bodies movements, she was getting close now, starting to enter a ravine, the ground either side of her started to rise up, forming spine like ridges, steep edges either side of her she continued on, hey eyes picking up signs of not so long ago life, first a rusted can, it’s lid cut open, a body strewn in the grass, a knife stuck into its throat, the blood long dry on the dusty ground. Something stirred her mind, the rustling of rocks rolling down a hill, but all she could think about was getting to the caves, she walked on slowly behind her a small group of slavers approached, weapons drawn, their leader till on the top of the mound, a hunting rifle in his grip, his eyes fixed down the scope of the 308. Two of the other four slavers carried small handguns, much like her own, one of the others carried a baseball bat, and the last held a wicked looking rusty knife.

As he was climbing up, some noises of soft, dimmed voices reached Yorick's ears. His timing had been not too bad: he bumped right into those he was looking for, and they would lead him right to them. He followed them via the side a bit, however a level higher on the rocks than they were, staying out of sight but stepping silently as he needed to use their voices to follow where they were. When the sounds were interrupted for a bit, Yorick decided to get some closer to check if they had changed course or anything like that.

He climbed up for another dozen of feet, and reaching a part of the rocks that was sticking out from the rest, he noticed that the sounds had not only been the slavers, but also from a person who seemed to be pretty much in trouble, and who just could die if he did not interfere. Quickly yet as silently as possible, Yorick dropped himself down, taking the sniper rifle from his back as he went to lie down onto the rocks.

It took him a few seconds to aim, as he did not want to waste the bullets he had over missing - his own life and that of his little daughter Aris was more dear to him than that of a stranger. He had aimed at the guy with the baseball bat first, chest zone, preferably in the middle of his heart, but unlikely so, at least to knock him over and make him fall on the ground so that this 'victim' could finish him off later. It would make the others turn at him, distracting or at least dividing their attention in two.

The whip crack of the first shot from Yorick's rifle, wake her from her sluggish state od mind, a surge of adrenaline causing through her veins, her fingers curing around the pistol grip of the handgun in her waist band, as she spun on the balls of her feet, her hair swinging wildly around as she span, going for the only immediate cover she could see, a dead tree, its white-grey surface smooth against her skin as she pressed herself against the tree, the handgun drawn but at her side, she’d rather hide then have to end these peoples lives, The slaver with the knife sprung around the tree, Her reflex action was to Raise her hand holding the gun locked before her, pointed directly at the mans head, before her could speak or so much as move she had pulled the trigger, sending the relatively small 9mm bullet into the slavers skull, killing him instantly, she would feel a little sick at the fact she had just killed someone she’d never even known, crouching down she would look at the body, examining his face, covered in grotesque scars. She sighs sadly, the place she had grown up in had been sheltered from slavers, this was only her second ever encounter with these scum.

Andy Maximum Aress was walking around the town of Lanstri, the town looked as if it had been abandoned,everyone was in their houses. Hoping that he would not get found by "the slavers", Andy continued walking around trying to find a better weapon he found only useless pieces of rocks and wooden boards laying around. The sun/moon had a eerie shine to it that sent a shiver down his spine, when suddenly he hade a vivid memory of how this town was before all this happended as the memory ended he found himself in a house alone, stumbling to the door he fell twice making him have to crawl the way there, Eventually he made it to the door Andy than opened it continueing walking he fell down causing him to faceplant into the soil.

Dr Ottamar Jenheim noticed that Lanstri was quieter than normal. His golden eyes looked through the darkness, seeing men moving through the town, about five of them. As he sat there his mind drifted back to when he still lived in the security of the vault. He thought of his wife and son and how much he missed them. As his mind went back to the present, he took another swig of whiskey and cursed under his breath. The noise of the slavers outside grew louder. He grabbed the goggles that sat on the table and put them on, the flash of gunfire could easily blind him at any moment without them.
As the noise outside became louder he moved from his chair to the cabinet with his weapons in it. He gazed upon his trophies of the wastes and grabbed his mp 40 and three clips of bullets and slung it around his shoulder. He turned his face to the window taking off the goggles for a brief moment to see two of the figures, one armed with a baseball bat and the other with what looked like some sort of revolver. He grabbed the 9mm pistol and machete and strapped them to his side.
As he turned his body to face the window he could see the figure that was holding the revolver as the moon light shone through the window. He smirked, as he usually did when he had the advantage and while in the dark, his slender figure allmost invisible in the darkness in his house.

Initially the slavers who had planned on capturing the female figure of Harmony Valentine has be shocked by the initial gunshot, still now confused to where the shot had come from exactly, their sniper’s eyes scanning the valley trying to find their assailant, he’d slowly to not attract attention to himself leaver a bullet into the camber by pulling the bolt back and levering it forwards pushing the bullet into the breach of the weapon, his eyes still scanning slowly, the other remaining slaver close to the girl hearing the initial retort of the sniper fire on, then watching one of this partners fall to the ground a spurt of blood coming from his chest, then the girl drawing a sinister black handgun and shooting his second comrade in the head killing him instantly, he felt worried about his own life and began running towards the place their snipe had left the main group to watch over them, as the Slavers sniper seen his fellow slaver running towards him he took aim down the high powered scope of the weapon, squeezing the trigger, shooting the other slaver through the throat, killing him, as to keep his position hidden from the other sniper.


Little did Andy know but him falling face down into the dirt had saved his life, for in that moment, a group of raiders had rounded the corner looking down the street fro any signs of life, their minds set on killing and looting anyone they could find, their weapons ready, gleaning in the early morning sunlight, seeing the Seemingly dead Andy the raiders keep moving to the next street. It wasn’t quiet apparent who would have won if something had happened between Dr Ottamar and the Slavers, a previous dust storm had covered the window of the building he had be staying in, the glass obscuring his figure so he didn’t attract their attention, thinking the town was empty as it seemed the slavers left before the sun was fully risen to avoid the mid-day heat, planning to come back the next night to loot the town. The sun could just been seen on the horizon as a sliver of gold on the far distant hills, the sun showing the horrors of the wasteland, rotting bodies, swarms of crows taking to the sky to pick the fresh dead clean of flesh, scavengers like the crows emerging from hiding to pick the newly dead of their possessions.

It seemed to have taken only a matter of seconds before the slavers lied down in the dust, more than likely dead. Yorick waited for a second or two however, to assure that they wouldn't stand up, before he got up from his lying position himself, half sliding himself from a steep part as he moved himself down to the level where they had been, using only one hand to support himself against the rocks, the other still holding his weapon. As he reached the ground, he would walk over to the bodies, crouching down already to the first one to feel through his clothing if he had anything interesting: food, other weapons, some object like a lighter or anything that he could use.

As Yorick had taken everything he found useful, he moved over to the second corpse, however eyeing in the direction of where the female must be. There was no thing like "initial trust" in his eyes. She could just as much be desperate enough to shoot him as well, stealing his weapons and stuff along with the slavers'. He didn't save a life to risk his own being taken, certainly not when the five year old Aris was on stake as well. If that female wanted stuff, she could steal it off the other two if she wanted. He would stand up, then to have his eyes go through the environment, verifying if there wasn't any back-up for these people or any other suspicious element in the environment. If it was safe, he would make a gesture at Harmony that the coast was clear and she could get whatever she wanted.

Her body still on high alert even after the comabt had cessed, her eyes scanning what she could see from behind the tree, the glint of sunlight on glass caught her eyes, on the hill a small circle of reflected light from the crimson edge of the sun which was peaking above the horison, the last slaver held still, hoping he could excape with his life, it seemed the girl they had been tracking was not as helpless as she seemed, holding the pistol in a double handed grip she would extend her arms to full lengh, seemingly aiming down the sights over the man who had saved hers shoulder, taking a deep breath and slowly blowing it out, slowing her heart rate, untill the gun was held steady, puling the trigger, sending a perfectly aimed bullet into the slavers neck, a small spurt of blood spraying from his neck, blood dripping from, his lips as her curled over and rolled down the hil dead, lowering the weapon she would look at the man timidly, having not seen his beckoning motion before she had shot the sniper she stayed hidden behind the tree, peeking at him childishly.

The sunlight hit Ottamar's eyes as the morning rays peaked through the window. He fell asleep on the floor, again. After the raiders moved through last night, he simply sat on the floor and drank himself to sleep. He regretted his choice of bedding, wooden floor boards not being as soft as the old dirty spring mattress he had in the other room. He sluggishly sat up and propped himself against a wall. As the hangover finally kicked in he groaned mercilessly and looked to the empty bottle in his hand. In a sudden fit of rage he threw the bottle against the floor in front of him.

As he finally stood, he looked down on the mess he had made last night. Apart from the bottle he just smashed there were bullets on the floor and his weapons scattered everywhere. He hated this town, nothing to do and no one to hold a decent conversation with. He had to leave, he didn’t care how.

He gathered the weapons on the floor as well as the stray bullets. He grabbed his old lab coat and strapped on his waist band med kit. As he walked towards the door, he strapped his machete to his right side and checked his pistol to his left. When he reached the door he looked back to his old home, put on the old brown fedora hanging on the door and walked out into the morning light.

((My apologies for taking so long x^x didn't realize it was my turn.))


The sun was starting to rise already, Yorick noticed. He had stayed away longer than he had hoped for, but he had had his daily portion of slavers already now. It wasn't a bad day, but he still needed some food. However, behind that tree leaped another "danger" for him, whether she was going to make that name true or not. As he waited for a bit after his gesture, he frowned. She was looking in his direction. Did she not see him, or was she just too shy or too scared to get any closer? For one second, he thought about shrugging and just taking the stuff of the ones she killed as well, but he decided that was pretty selfish.

"Come over," he then said, in a voice loud enough so that she would certainly have heard. "I can see you from behind that tree, there's no need to be scared with a gun like that in your hands." She had already shown enough skill to wield it, so unless she had completely run out of bullets, there was no reason to be afraid. He took a kneeling position again, to let his eyes run over the environment, double-checking if really no slavers had heard the shooting or voices and would come to back-up their dead mates. If that wasn't the case, he would turn back to the girl to gesture her another time to hurry and come closer. There was no time to lose, as other people could pass by and decide to attack them anytime.

Within her pocket the small LED screen of her Mapping device lit up and let off a little vibrate, altering her that others of the organisation needer her assistance soon, stepping out from behind the tree at the command of the strange man whom’ had unwittingly came to her rescue, after coming out from her hiding place, holstering her weapon in the waist band of her pants, before then wandering up the side of the valley to the raider she had taken down with a long ranged pistol shot, searching his body, retrieving his rifle a few coins and pre-war paper notes, storing these within her top, hefting the rifle over her shoulder she searched the raiders pack for extra magazines for the weapon, finding three and a box of lose ammo she added these to her messenger bag, and walked back down the hillside down to the man and waited for his responce

As the early morning warm turned into a midday blaze, Ottamar reached back into his jacket pocket, retrieved a large scarred canister full of water and drank deep. He looked back upon the road he had been walking along he saw Lanstri as a dot in the distance. He saw a small dust storm approaching the town “Good riddance” he said under his breath as the dust in the distance obscured the town form his sight and continued along the road.

An hour later he stopped to rest in the shade of a half ruined petrol station. The station had little to offer except rest and old bent rusted pieces of metal in the driveway, raiders seem to always take the easy pickings. As he sat on an old pile of rags near the broken doorway, he contemplated what possessed him to leave the relative safety of Lanstri and walk alone. The wastes are never a safe and he wasn’t as young as he was when he first ventured out of the vault. His future had looked so bright and welcoming seventeen years ago. A great job, loving wife and son and the vault would be opened in only 10 years. As a young scientist he couldn’t wait to go out and see the world that had never been revealed to him. Ottamar’s mind returned to the present shaking him slightly, those days were meant to be forgotten, forever. He brought his pack down in front of him, the clang of lose metal equipment; saws, scalpels and forceps being made as he did so. He rummaged through it for a while to retrieve a stick of dried meat and an old pre war map. When he unrolled the mad it was evident to him that it had been faded from overuse, but still serviceable. He aligned himself with it and saw that there was no towns close by only a small canyon. He sighed as he ate the meat, grimacing as he did so; irradiated animals didn’t taste especially good. He stood up and started moving again into the distance with a bad feeling approaching on him.

His eyes were still scanning the distance for a bit as he had already noticed that she was standing next to him, but he then turned around to face her again. Attacking them, even though it had helped her out in the first place, had also been for his own good. Watching the full-grown female, he wondered how long it would still take before he would need to train his own baby daughter. The sooner she would be able to look out for herself, the better, because there was always a chance that he would die, but on the other hand... what about her killing people just like that? Yorick had no idea what effect that would have on her.

"My name is Yorick," he said, stretching his hand out, offering the female a handshake. In these days, telling a name didn't come with any risk, as the person could be everywhere and nowhere. This wasn't a society where you could stalk people, or find stuff out about someone because you knew their name. The name was just a reference for later on, so that you could verify that you knew each other if you met each other again. Was she planning on leaving again, going on with her journey? Or was she also looking for food, hunting something to eat or someone to kill? If she would return the handshake and greeting, he would ask: "What's the reason you are out here on the roads?"

OCC: i'm new, so I dont know how to introduce a new character, so ima just goina post and wait to get yelled at .

He never had a name, never had a family, never had a life. He grew up on his own, learning to survive by himself. He was too young to shoot, too young to bargain, so he ran. After years of running it became his expertise, Pakour expert, no one can out-run him. He was always alone, so he learnt to fight by himself, sniper rifles to deal with groups, thus becoming an amazing shot, able to rapidly drop targets or shoot long range targets precisely. Handguns, something he could run with, if he jumps over a wall at you, its only a matter of time before a bullet goes through your head. And knives, he has had his KA-BAR knife since he can remember, and he never goes anywhere without it. He has been alone for his entire life, except once. He has forgotten her name, he has forgotten her appearance, all he knows is that he was taken by slavers, he has been following them for years, trying to find her again.

Through the scope of is AWS rifle is could see 2 of them. They killed the slavers he had been following for days. He was temped to shoot them out of anger, but they wern't slavers. They had split up 2 days ago, he considered waiting for the others to leave and searching the bodies, but the others would have taken anything helpful. So he decided to head back and follow the other group, he knew the dircetion they were heading, so all that was left was to catch up.