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- How often do you visit RP Nation? When are you usually online, and for how long? This information will help the GMs whenever it's time to split the players up into groups, as we like to try and sort people by how often they post.
Daily, on for various amounts of time, tab usually open in background.
[*]What sort of characters do you like to create and play? Having an idea of what you enjoy will help the GMs assist you in getting settled in Aegis.
A wide range, usually something taken with inspiration from the setting and plots.
[*]What are you hoping to get out of this roleplay? Obviously we're unable to meet everyone's expectations, but knowing what players are looking forward to the most helps us prioritize different aspects of the plot.
Some awesome writing with some awesome writers, and possibly some writing with Weli (Been too damn long ya nerd).
[*]Include a sample of previous roleplay posts. Aegis is a detailed roleplay, and players here pride themselves on well-written posts, thoughtful character interactions, and enthusiastic worldbuilding. Incoming players are screened for their writing skills (mostly punctuation, spelling, and grammar).
In this day and age media is everything. America has become a country built on its media, and everyone's connected. Whether it be through social media, news media, or some other government approved media source, you are likely connected. That's simply how the world works now. One nation, controlled by the media.
TVs flickered on, shows were interrupted, newsfeeds hijacked, and the ominous tone of the emergency broadcast channel emitted from phones and TVs alike. The world seemed to start as the tone blared for a solid 30 seconds, bringing things to a halt as it garnered attention nationwide.
Finally, the screen flashed to a stage, a single podium with the nation's seal adorning it stood center. A man walked out, sharp black suit the picture of perfection, his features chiseled and sharp. His eyes were a deep piercing shade of blue, and as he looked into the camera they burned with a barely contained fury. His body, posture, and movements all exuded confidence and charisma, grabbing and holding the attention of the viewers. This man was the nation's chancellor, the man at the head of the machine.
The man stared at the camera in silence for a moment, letting the tension build before finally speaking.
"This morning, at 7:07 AM, there was an attack on our nation, on our own soil. An attack carried out by foreign extremist, terrorists who would see our very way of life taken away from us. Men so strong in their hatred of us that they would see our nation burn for merely their own satisfaction!"
The last line is finished with a snarl in the words, his fury no longer contained behind the picture of calm. The chancellor's face glows red with anger and his eyes seem alight with fire. He takes a deep breath before continuing, running a hand through his hair as he exhales. His hands come down to grip the sides of the podium as he levels his eyes with the camera and prepares to speak once more.
"We have recently picked up information that our nation was infiltrated by an unknown terror cell. Until today we believed this information to be false on the basis that we had received no evidence. Today at 7:07 AM an explosion erupted from within a Federal Credit Depository in Chicago. Not only was this attack made on a crucial part of our economic infrastructure, but it was made in our nation's capital, during an extremely busy time of day. Such an attack cannot and will not go without response. What follows is the last few seconds of security footage before the explosion."
The stage and podium disappear as the blurry footage of a security camera show a small version of the events that took place inside the bank. The camera focuses on a man and child in a small office off the main plaza. The man is noticeably distraught with his head in his hands as the child, who can be assumed to be his daughter, hugs to his arms. After a moment he stands and slams a hand on the desk as he leans forward and yells at the man behind it. The man quickly backs up, calling for a security team that arrives quickly. A struggle begins as the guard's attempt to subdue the man, all the while the child now stands to the side in hysteria, appearing to scream at the men. The fight looks to be drawing to a close as the men begin utilizing shock batons. As the man falls the young child begins glowing, the light intensifying until the screen is white. A violent shake rocks the screen before the feed is cut to static.
The Chancellor re-appears as the static is replaced, staring once more into the camera as he speaks. "We have reason to believe a number of individuals have infiltrated our nation under disguise. They may look like your neighbor or your friend, but these individuals are not normal. They hold special abilities, and it is their goal to bring down our nation. These, 'Superhumans' as they've been labeled, will do their best to destroy our way of life. Protect your family. Protect your neighbors. Report any Superhumans you encounter. Your safety is our priority."
The Chancellor steps back as he finishes speaking and the anthem begins to play, the screen fading to black before the feed cuts. Within a few moments time seems to march forward once more as the nation digests the information it has just been presented with.