THE YEAR IS 2070

And the megaplexes are
monsters casting long
shadows.

When you become a
shadowrunner, thats where
you live.....

in the cracks between the
giant corporate structures.

The megacorps are powerful
in a time where power means
information...

...computer information
flowing in the global network
called the MATRIX.

They said that the world died... I say that it changed. - unkown

The years is 2070, and the world have indeed changed... Terribly. Slowly, piece by piece, the forces of the Market gainned an upper hand in their ages-old battle against the Governants, creating the dark, dreary world that we live in... Megacorporations, the wealth and power of independant states, run now the show, puppeting or simply bullying the state, reducing the citizens to 'wage slaves', in a poluated, uncivil world. Many said states felt to civil unrest, separated, even became balkanized...

The ID - SINless, are reduced to living in often uberpoluated local pockets of third world, and the rest are now proprieties, chained customers, eating soy products or 'vat' immitatations, kiling time with debilitating mass media ,simsenses,, drugs, and other 'bread'.

And if it was just that, it would be enough already. But... The world Awakened back in the new milenium... The tales of old, before teh Age of Enlightment... They had some truth. Magic is true... One day, women started to give birth to clearly non-human humanoids... Or peoples CHANGED into them, as if some crazy ADN awakened with magic... The world woke up with stupor as they saw a dragon flying upon the camera... And a REAL one at that.

A world, an age died, as the four Horsemen of Apocalypse ran free... Riots... Wars... Plagues... Mutations...

Welcome to the Sixth Age, chummer.

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This is my new try at making a rpg of my own, and a different one. Based (heavily) on the classic RPG Shadowrun, it'll be a gritty, dark cyberpunk/urban fantasy one. Anyone may join, no knowledges of Shadowrun and cie are absolutly needed (but helpfull), except that it'll be serious, dark.

Due to the nature of the setting, you can be things like humans, fantasy stiock beings such as elves, dwarves, orks and trolls, and rarer things or local things such as youkai. The 'jobs' here can range from the 'street samurai' (cybernetic-ehanced war machine), hackers, mage and shaman of all kind, that kind of things.

((can i join?))

Name: Zo-Chiru (Chiri, Zoé)
Age: ???
Gender: Female
Race: Elf/Youkai
Appearance: Zo-Chiru
Job: StreetMage/Shaman
Bio: Lived in the shadows, and still does. Feeds on those of lesser power and takes to the streets at nightfall. No parents, only a brother, whom she hasnt seen since the change of the world.

Name: Zura
Age: ???
Gender: Male
Race: Demon/Dragon
Appearance: Full Form |||| Human Form (Face)
Job: StreetFighter/Master Mage
Bio: Unknown

((Yes, that will be ok, I guess))

This sounds really interesting!!! ^^ Tell me if I make any kind of mistakes or anything. Feel free to correct me, cause I have no idea what the Shadowrun thing is... So, yea...

Name: Chisima
Race: Compute(Something like a Chobit)
Age: 2 months old
Appearance: Chisima
Bio: Chisima is a young and new model computer verision that looks just like a real girl. She is the ideal computer, portable and an immunity to viruses. She was built by a single person, who proudly let her go out into the world and see how she does. No one knows that she is really a computer. After all, she looks completely human.

Is that okay? If not I can post a new bio....

((Interesting idea, don't worry about it, I take ideas from Shadowrun, but it,s not. It's a dark, grim world, though, don,t be surprised - a dystopia))

((arnt you postin a profile ubber?))

((I'm awaiting 1-2 other persons and I'll start, adding my own 'runners))

((ok))

Name: Marcel Lanctot
Race: Human
Age: 20s
Jobs: Hermetic Mage
Nationality: Republic of Quebec (SINfull)
Appearance: Tall, bishie human with long, flowing white hairs and blue eyes. Black complet, leather shoes, grey cape and pimpin' hat, rather old-fashioned. A mahogany walking cane.
Bio: Elder of a pair of brothers coming from an upper class salary men family. Due to civil troubles in the SURGE crisis (where Roger's latent Goblinoid genome awakened), he and his brother took off the street as a way to get needed money, to make up. They gained a certain statut in north north-american shadows.


Name: Roger Lanctot
Race: Troll (SURGEd human)
Age: 20s
Jobs: Street Samurai
Nationality: Republic of Quebec (SINfull)
Appearance: Much taller, green-skinned, fanged typical troll, albeit he look a bit ,more clever than usual. Same complet, adapted to his much bigger frame. Various weaponry and cyberware on him, notably the visor on his right eye, a subtile datajack and cie. Same hairs, same eyes curiously enough.
Bio: Younger of a pair of brothers coming from an upper class salary men family. Due to civil troubles in the SURGE crisis (where Roger's latent Goblinoid genome awakened), he and his brother took off the street as a way to get needed money, to make up. They gained a certain statut in north north-american shadows.

((Cool... When do we get to start? *KG can't wait* ))

((Just awaiting to see if 1 or 2 persons more would join ^_^))

((May i join??))

Name: Akasugiah Yemui

Age:?

Bio: N/A

Race: Magical/Fairy

Nationality:Indian(India)
/European

Appearance:Akasugiah Yemui

Powers:Dark/Spellcasting

Job:Mage

((Note: A street samurai is a cybernetized warrior, guns, dermal armor, wired things,etc... But ok, come in))

oh i want to join.

name: kura
gender: female
age: 20
race: human/elf
nationality: indian/carcation
bio: unknown to her.
apperance:kura
powers: beams of dark light from her staff
job: hacker...ehehe

((Should be enough for now. I will point again to the dark, grim setting, and I willa dd that I will maintain it in the PG-13 range, albeit it may feel uneasy to some. Let's start, if someone want to do the first post...))

((Okay.... I can do the first post!!! My post will eventually get smaller, but the first one is always my biggest post... almost always))

Chisima sat up slowly, her long red hair spilling over her shoulders and cascading down to the grimy concrete beneath her pallid frame. She looked around emotionlessly, chocolate brown eyes searching for some other form of life other than her. She started to stand up, her mainframe telling her that a sidewalk in the middle of the city was not a good place to crash for the night. Chisima looked around her surrondings, smog filled air filling her artificial lungs that kept her cool. Her head turned to one side as the processor told her to move on. She lifted one foot carefully and placed it in front of her. Soon another foot followed that one. And she began to walk down the street, her uniform dirt covered and rank with the smell of garbage and the city air. Her shoes that she had been wearing for the past week had obtained a rather disgusting coat of grim and dirt and so she had abandoned them.

Chisima turned down the street and continued on. Her 'brain' told her that her master had left her in one of the worst parts of the city that she could have possibly stumbled into. A bare foot brushed against a broken beer bottle, sending it skidding across the concrete with a [i] ching [i].

(( i guess i'll start since its only 10 where i'm at ))

The dark desolent streets of the forgotten years was gripped in the air of a terror so great that not one, but many felt it time they stalked out of thier homes. Once a high class neighborhood turned into what looked like a third world country I sighed I as watched the children dressed in ripped clothing kick a ball around in the rain.

' what has happen to our home ' I wondered

I could remember the days when I used to sit out on the pourch with my mother and sip ice tea. Watch the sun set then come back inside to watch csi or some crime show that was on. Now...I sigh, now our world is taken over by rioter and pillagers. killers and demons run amuck on our street...in our world.

I should not be one to talk i'm no better than they are. I Kura No Wa am a hacker and a drug dealer. Life has really hit rock bottom the day I became a hacker to keep this houes and drug dealer on the side just to keep food in my mouth. If my mother was still alive she would have killed me. I can see her turning flips in her coffin. I some times envy her becaues she fell before the new movement began. I really do envy her.

Looking out the window I turn the radio on to see if there is any connection.

Life has hit rock bottom

(( okay spelling...bad I know, but i'm tired...oh well nighty night ))

*There was a series of cat calls and shouts in the darkened, dirty streets of the slums, and a group of footsteps. The Young Lords, the lcoal and typical gang of disafected of young (and a few not so young) thugs, brigans and all-around juvenile brutes. The kids where obviously drunk and high out, of cheap, synthetic alcohol and basic street drugs... With hurriedness, the few squatters and drunkards slumped to cover, knowing very well that what would happen if anyone, male or female, would fell in their dirty hands...*

Chisima walked through the streets still, her eyes taking everything in shock. The world that her master had created for her while she slept was so much different, so much cleaner and wholesome. All she could see for all around was dirt, filth and scum. It was as if this was a whole different world from the one she knew. All though she had been wandering for a week now, everything still was coming as a big shock to her. She noticed a gang of kids, all who looked nothing like her happy dreams or her for that matter.
"Whats so different from me and them?" She wondered outloud. She looked down at her pallid skin and then to her clothes, trying to make some kind of identification that would register in her computerized mind. Nothing was coming easily. She looked back up to them after giving herself an inspection with a cocked head. She stared at them hard, still trying to figure out why their appearance and lifestyle was so much more different than her's.

((This proves how bored KG is... She's already replying like a crazy dumbass... ><;;;))

.Zo-Chiru woke up to the sound of broken glass and cat scratches, she opened her eyes to notice an almost-beat cat scamperring through the beat trash around the corner, no farther then 10 feet.

She got up and walked, taking in her surroundings. She was forced out of her only shelter by a man who, she could only remember, had a gun. she scammpered about and got to the corner store that had been abandoned months ago and she went inside for shelter.

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Waking up in the middle of the night Zura got up and walked to the window of the apartment and looked outside. the dreadful scene bugged his eyes, as people walked in jagged lines as if they were drunk, and the homeless held items worth he smallest of food, yet they kept it...

He went back to bed on the inflated matress, wich used to be gree, now became a dark blue. in all my life...i would never.... he thought but his thoughts came unfinished as he drifted into another uneasey sleep for a fortnight in a row.

((thats how im starting...if thats ok))

Yemui stood atop a small building. Her face tear stained. The look of the city that she onced knew was beautiful, was now in turmoil, and was dirtier than the poorest place in the world. She moved her head slowly from left to right, and then back again, just looking at the devestated city. She then jumped down from the building, and walked down the street, passing many groups of thugs. She held her staff tight, incase she ever needed it, she didn't trust any of these thugs, even if one was her friend or family member. Sometimes, she didn't trust herself...

*Suddently, the 'gangers' stopped. A couple of jellyed hairs heads turned to look at the delicate, doll-like newcommers, grinning. The retro bikers/carboys-wannabees grinned, in an eerie way... One walked to her, smirking. Tall, the dark synth leather outfit like the rest, with a 'banana' Elvis haircut.* Hey, babe... Watcha doin' up this late, cutie? *He laughed in a dark way*

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*In another part of the slums, among the crowd of the poor and disanfrenchsied, pass up a car. Blue, bearing the archetypal street lights and stroboscopes, bearing an infamous logo. The Lone Star Security Services, north american leader corporation in policery and security. They where obviously on a case as they rarely care to enter the slums, lest working in it. With a load of car horns and shouts, the private cops managed to push the crowd away, who glared at them murderously*

"Cu--tie?" She repeated, her eyes glowing for a second as she tried to process this word. A few pictures flashed across her eyes and her brain eventually told her how she should respond. "What do you want?" She said slowly with slight confidence.

Zo-Chire sighed and got up and out, brushing herself off, she had a new change of clothes, tighter on her and a trenchcoat that flew in the wind behind her. She had her hair up and ted high.

She passed the thugs and the girl but she slowed her pace around the corner. She leaned against the wall and waited.



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Zura Got up again and this time he was wide awake. he realised, when he looked out the window, that something flew from the top of the building. He rushed to look to see who it was and noticed Yemui walking down the street hm... he said going to get dressed and ready.

After some time he got his clothes on and his staff and weapons and attached them to his side. He went to the balcony and flipped off, landing with no noise, he walked down the street.

Hum.... *The gangers leader pounder a moment, and... Grabbed Chisma's arm hard, shoutting* YOU, OF COURSE!!!! Hey guys!!!! We have a new toy for the night!!!! *He laughed drunkenly, along his crew. Obviously, they would rape her.... He shook Chisma for good measure, and drawn a ceramic edge dagger* You better NOT shook too much, and we may let you live after this.

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*The Lone Star guys in the car noticed two persons passing by, who looked a bit different from the rest. Smirking, they decide to kill some time - by harrassing the those two ones. A burly one opened the window and shoutted at Zura and Yemui, the sriver turning toward them* Hey you!!!! Lone Star control! Show us your SIN.

Yemui turned on her heel. "What do you want low-life, wannabe Lone Star assholes want?", she growled, giving them a more evil death glare than thought possible, "We have don enothing wrong, you have no right to arrest us, and if you think you do, then you might want to re-think your choice.", she said in a lowly, growling cold voice, while bringing her staff up infront of her, ready to fight, if they chose to.

((KURA'S POV ))

Walking outside into the street I made my way down the block to go to my job. My job is...well top secret. Can't be revealed for nothing an if something were to happen when i had to say what it was...well i guess i'm just dead. Sad really. Sad.

" hey kura " a voice said up the street, lifing my head up I was meet with the gental face of my boss Dr.Nora

" hello doc is there anything I need to do today" i asked politly
" yes acutally, I want you to try an hack into the hospital computer and change somethings around, I have them listed on this sheet" she told me handing me a small note pad
" do this an you'll be paid greatly" she said trying to hock me
" i always do you work, why wouldn't I " I asked with an arched brow
" becaues...this one is diffrent and more dangerous...go to the building" she said and walked of, and i did too.

' what the hell has gotten her acting like she was on crack' I wondered turning the corner to come face to face with a 3 story grey and black building with most if not all the windows covered in bords. Walking to the side of the structure I knock twice and enter. Inside I see the whole team there working, talking and eating. Sighing I took my coat off.

" time to get to work" I muttered

Chisima blinked as she stared at the dagger she looked back up at the people around her, her eyes flickering again. They scanned the group and the possible escape routes. She struggled slightly against them, protesting in the strangest of ways.
"No please stop. I have to go now please. Let me go please."

Ehehe... No, no, no!!!! It ahd been a while since I took a gal in my couch... *He laughed drunkenly, a dangerous look in the eyes. His crew joined in the concerto of laughters, licking their lips* After I have finsihed with you, it will be their turns.... Oh, oh, oh...

*At the moment, a powerfull gunshot was heard, and with a screm of pain, a ganger felt down, holding his bloodied mash of a belly* THE FRAG?!? *They collectively shoutted*

Chisima blinked when the sudden confusion of noise and screams reached her sensitivly toned computer ears. She kept struggling against the wrist holding her.
"No! No more please! I must continue to collect data for Master!"
She kept struggling until some of the skin on her wrist was torn off a bit. Chisima blinked several times at her wrist, staring down in confusement at the mess of wires underneath her fake skin. She had grown up in a peaceful and quiet place. Where there wasn't any of this hurtful screaming and everthing was always gently said or done to her. She remembered when her Master first turned her on. Her eyes peeled open and he began celebrating. She thought that everyone in this real world would be kind to her. But it seems that wasn't the case.

Zo Chira took that as a sign and she leaped out and swung her gun out at the man holding Chrisma "let her go! im warning you...ill shoot..." she said why i use this so called gun i have no idea.... she stepped closer to him but kept safe distance


Zura put a hand on her shoulder "chill a bit.." he said taking his hand off after a coupld of seconds so as not to give her the wrong impression.

"What do you want...?" he asked them

*A man.. No, humanoid stepped of the shadows. Man, that is a large one... More than 6' 6., green, brutish, but his eyes aren't dim. The complet, and especially the heavy handgun that he hold, attached by some link to the side of his head and the cybernetic visor points him as one of thsoe cybernetized warriors - a tried and Street Samurai.*

Frag, a cybered trog!!!!

*The leader looked at the gigantic goblinoid - a Troll, and the man that aimed at him. They would be craemed. As they where from the slums, they couldn,t afford serious cuybeware and guns, and the two might have allies hidden*

Ugh... This is not worth it!!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!! *Sweating and shivering, they all turned coat and fleed like the cowardly brutes that they are, releasing the android girl. The Troll Sammy stayed there, watching.*

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Simple police ID check up, misters. *The smart ass Loney answered, stopping the car. The two cops stepped out* We want to see your SIN, as authorised by the 14th Amendment to the United Canadian and American States Constitution. Simple routine, hehehe. *The leading one said, smirking nastily*

Zo-Chira caught Chrisma and looked at the trog putting her gun away "are you alright girl?" she asked

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Zura sighed and stared him in the eye "and if i dont let you dont see it?"

Chisima stared at the girl then back down at her wired wrist.
"They... hurt me?" She said unsurely.

*The big-ass troll sammy replaced the gun in it's holder and made some strange, strangled cry*

Good work, Roger! *Another person stepped out of the shadows. It was an human man, ratherdelicate-looking, with long white hairs and dressed up in a way that one could call 'pimpy', with a black complet, a flowing grey cape and a feathered hat. In one hand, he whirled a walking cane*

Zoé raised an eyebrow "well i guess so..." she looked at the man walking out "who are you..."

Chisima cocked her head to the side. Why was this world so much worse?

We could arrest you. Anyone without a System Identification Number is eitheir an illegal alien or a potential criminal. *The cop smirked, looking at the man and woman* Show me your papers, credistick or the ID chip.

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*Said man walked to the troll sammy, and stopped finaly, strucking the ground with his mahogany walking cane. he bowed politly at them* My apologies. My name is Marcel Lanctot, and the big boy is Roger Lanctot, my brother. *The troll grunted, bowing clumsily*

It's a good thing that we were here. The gangers may have wounded the girl. *The human added*

"i wouldnt have allowed it. I was around the corner i knew what they wanted..." ZO-Chira said looking at Marcel then t o Roger.

"well then here it is " he said giving the SIN to the guy wincing at him slightly

"Constition? They really exsist still? There hasn't been any REAL government for the past 62 years. What makes you think Number 1:that you can DEMAND or COMMAND me/us to show you our SIN? And Number 2: You really think oyu cna scare me? IF you havent noticed I am a mage. A magic weilder...", she said this firmly, advancing towards the so called Police, "I can do things, you probally couldn't dream OF.", she said coldly, with a growl.