The Furry Forums
Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Fun RP => Topic started by: Babydoll Animis on November 22, 2014, 01:31:56 PM
-
In this world furs are categorized by numbers 1-10. This Number system determines how attractive you look as well as your physique. Theses numbers appear as a scar on your hand. It is possible to have your number changed but only for temporary moments, this action of changing however is typically illegal, the ones who do this are called Ingraters. It changes how you look wether you lower or raise your number. People with higher numbers tend to live more extravagant lives. Also numbers are grouped and typically live in different sections of cities the are separated by large walls with guards at the only entrance through each wall. The sections are 1-4 which is slums and ghettos. 5-7 are mide class and normal living. 8-10 Is mansions and villas and luxury
There is one other number system on the back of the neck that also determines what kind of abilities you can use. This will be 1-3. the only thing this affects is what type of school you will attend if you do go to school.
For his category you kind of have to pay attention.
1- telepathic and psychokenetic abilities
2- Super physical abilities. (super strength, speed, pain endurance etc.)
3- Chameleon like invisibility and they can use whatever weapon they pick up without training
alright now then all i have to do is think of who i wanana be in this.... obviously im not really good with being the director or whatever... one of you guys can take the Director or peacekeeper or whatever you call it of the city.
-
(((You call it god - and it will be me! Haha no, okay. I'm with Aaron, but I'm gonna mess with him a bit - I'm not sure if I like him stuck up and polite or openly arrogant.
Looks: 8
Skill: 2 suits best, plus he knows his martial arts and knife skills given to him by Master Cross - Enigir)))
-
(kinda seems like you are the onlyone wanting to participate...))))
-
(((Who cares? It's a cool idea. I usually go to my 'participated' section and don't roll around the forums so I saw this just awhile ago. What are your numbers? Oh and can high access members go to low access areas and back or are all caged entirely? - Gir)))
-
(((oh right...
number:6
i am an Ex-Ingrater
secondary number: 1 because psychokenisis ftw
and yes all are totally separatd... for reasons such as robbery and power abuse.)))
-
(((Well that'll make meet-ups hard for out characters...it's a new RP so is there an existing familiarity between the guys or another first meet?)))
Aaron glared at the sparkling bin in the incredibly clean park in the high society sector of the city. It felt like a certain city from a certain game he played. He hated both places.
The bin was a sham. It didn't hold rubbish; it was an incinerator. It was designed with cleanliness, functionality and mainly aesthetics in mind. He hated it. He hated the pretty little world he lived in. He hated the pretty little people that strolled past.
"Careful, young man," a snooty old ten lady sneered. "Keep glowering like that and you'll be down classed. And...you're just barely here."
"Why pay so much attention to an eight, woman? Go live your life. If they catch me looking like this then maybe I'll ingrate some sense into this vile cage you wretches all call home." Aaron glowered.
"Well I never!" The old ten replied.
"Never what? Never thought about his society is messing with our freedom? Never considered the lives behind all these faces we never see? Never thought if anything but yourself? No. I imagine you haven't."
"I am in half a mind to report you!" She snapped.
"Just try. My master's the old Cross and my granny's Lucil Blade."
The old woman jumped and scoffed before walking away. Aaron sunk in his seat and glared harder at the trash can.
-
(((oh dont worry they will meet... i never said it was completely impossible to meet now did i??? well maybe i did... oh whatever its my RP i can change the rules!!!!)))
Animus looked to the sky and wondered about life on the other sides of the walls, his suburban area was littered with thousands upon thousands of exact copies of the same home, all only had a single number and letter labelling them. if you didnt pay attention you ight end up in someone else's house. He thoughtit wouldnt be too hard to change his number, maybe h could find a way across the walls and see what life was like elsewhere. but he gave up that long ago. he sighed and looked down the road normal trash bins... and normal looking people.Nothing changed. he heard kids playing nearby and noticed on a nearby post a small flier, he was 19... nearly out of Psi Academy so what would a party hurt to indulge himself... meet a few guys or girls... thats when he saw it... the colorful sheet of paper hiding under the boring flier. 'NUMBER MEETUP, WHOEVER FINDS THIS IS LUCKY' was spelled in clippings of different letters and characters at the bottom was a small stub sayinf free admition and a number on the corner, 'text IM IN'
Animus thought for a moment then shoved the par into his pocket... it was a scam... it couldnt be true.
Yet he had an inkling that it may be true.
He turned away from the post and tended to his house chores.
-
Aaron stood and sighed. He wanted a coffee from the store. He made to the clean place and stopped to stare at a movie poster. There was a scrap letter note on one corner - and it looked like the photographer has been paid to include it. Aaron took out his phone. He was sick of this life. He was...in.
+I'M IN+ he texted.
*Send.*
-
Animus thought for a while and decided why the heck not. he pulled out his phone and texted the necessary things
a reply came back to both of the furs' phones
+Congrats! You get the lucky chance to meet furs you never thought youd even get a passing glance with! Our meetup will be at a great venue, music, refreshments, lasers,. We all call it The Rave! All you must do is enter in yor mailing box number and we will send you instructions as well as a little special something else! oh and do keep this secret,this type of meet up isnt exactly allowed!+
-
Aaron checked his phone as he walked out with a fistful of chocolate and sipping at Dare espresso iced coffee. He followed his next instruction and continued along his slightly merrier way. He wondered what this Rave would be - some party or a chance to devastate society. Either way it seemed fun. Maybe he could learn to Ingrate. He grinned savagely. If his master or family caught on to this he'd die.
-
Animus entered in the onfo with doubt but still sent itLater in the day Animus heard a ringing at his door then a car revved away before Animus even caught a glimpse at the vehicle, he walked to his mail box and peeked inside, a plain looking cardboard box lay iside, Animus looked around then took the box inside, he opened it excitedly, a black glove and a sheet of paper were inside, he set the glove aside and opened the paper, it read 'You ready or the party of a lifetime? all you gotta do is follow a few rules and directions and youll be part of it! Lets start off with your special prize, this glove must be worn at all tims while involving yourself in Rave. Why you ask? well it's quite simple, noone can snitch if they dont even know the number they have! although the looks may give it away... which is why... well ill let you figure it out. Okay directions!
step 1! Put on the glove!' Animus read it closely then looked to the glove, he slowly fit it over his scarred hand, it began to tingle a bit
'step 2! you feel the tingle right? good!! this tingle senstion tell you how close you are to the Rave! the bigger the tingle the closer you must be!!!
Now that that is done with lets discuss a few more rules
Never reveal your number
Never give someone your real name
Do not remove the glove
Have fun!
oh and rules are optional... just remember its you you are putting in danger i doing so.' Animus sat back and huffed, "well... i guess ive come this far...."
-
"This is so stupid." Aaron said as the glove messed with his sense of touch, one day later. He ripped the paper up and ate every piece, not trusting the fancy trash cans that occasionally thanked one for 'one's contribution to society'.
Aaron considered how much he believed the damn things had internal scanners as he walked past the wall guards - aided by the tingle. He flashed the glove.
"Advanced Courier. Delivering to Mid-Town Control." Aaron said that without waver in his voice - he lied like a class A Blade. He was given an airy wave and with that he proceeded into the middle class area.
Thank god his family
And master had taught him how to lie.
And thank god society was so, so stupid.
-
Animus left the house to take a nice walk through the town, he had shoved the glove into his back pocket, "please let me see something different" he wished
-
Aaron glanced at the blue wolf as he passed along the streets of mid town. What was that guy? A five? God, being an right really made him stand out. He kept with the courier lie as long as he was away from his false destination. He bumped into the blue wolf as it made to cross the street.
"Advanced Courier for Mid-Control. My apologies." Aaron said with his silky voice before making to move on. His hand was no less tingly than before. Whee was this Rave?
-
The blue wolf pushed the fox into a alley way quickly and placed his paw over his mouth. "what the heck is an eight like you doing here!? do you wanna be killed? Youre part of the Rave too so dont go waving that thing around pretending to be a bogus official!!!!" He sighed and fell back against the opposite wall, "listen... you need to go back... but first just to be safe i need to make you a lower number... that means sneaking to my house... great"
-
"We have gloves, dolt. And my bogus status got me past High Society guards. Plus I'm
Also a three." Aaron tapped his neck.
"What and where is Rave?" He demanded.
-
"im the dolt? listen just because you have a glove doesnt mean that the government Ingraters that work for the undercover division cant identify you by just the look of your face!" he pointed to the cameras that swivelled side to side observing the streets. "The guards may be idiots... but they Ingraters arent... the gloves are meant to protect you from the normal furs at Rave... not the whole civilization. And i dont know... but there was an instruction o the back that was pretty important... Rave only happens at night..."
-
Aaron's eyes widened. In his lust for change he had ignored a crucial fact.
"I'm in a hot zone!" He gasped. He was in danger. He whirled around and stared at animus.
"Where can I get a black coat and a hood!? I refuse to ingrate, but I can pull off hiding if needed."
-
"too late for not having to Ingrate... its our... i mean your only option... black hood will make you stand out worse..." Animus sighed... he was with a pampered goof that hated a life of luxury... idiot
-
"Fine, streetwise! Then lead the way." Aaron grumbled. "What are you anyway? 1, 2 or 3?"
-
Animus focused and sent a slaplike force to Aaron's cheek, "imma 1"
-
"Don't play with me - I'm a two. Now lead on." Aaron growled and sunk further into annoyance. How could he allow himself to be so blind in a city he knew so little about?
-
Animus giggled and took Aaron by the paw and dragged him along the alley way, "gotta keep in the darkness..." he turned many cornores until they were at the residential area, "alright, this is where we have to kinda make a run for it.... my house is A2-3J... dont forget that. You need to pay attention to the cameras and try to turn your head at the right moments in order to not be seen well. you ready?"
-
"I do this kind of run from time to time. Let me see...there, there, those places and there. That all the cameras?" Aaron took stock of it all and readied himself.
-
Animus nodded and looked back to Aaron, "go!" he dashed out and made a B line to the house he lived in, he didnt look back at all. He opened the door and beckoned Aaron panicky
-
(( can I join? ))
-
(((It's a free RP bro! Keen to find out what this rave thing is? - Gir)))
Aaron shot inside and leaned against a wall. He grinned.
"Not a single camera or person saw my face. Now...what do you know about this Rave? And these stupid tingly gloves? And where it is? Are they regular meetings? Or infrequent - no. They need to be regular for the ad to work...hmmm."
Aaron turned back from his musings and stared at animus.
"How does Ingrating work? Is it painful?"
-
Animus waved his hands in front of him "whoah whoah whoah! slow down! Firstly i joined in on Rave today so i barely know anything! And ingrating isnt painful at all... as long as you do it correctly. although i dont do it anymore it seems that i cant get away from it..."
-
"Then I'm ready when you are." Aaron waited in place for further instruction, drinking in the sights if a middle-class environment. It was a damn sight less of a moral eyesore than upper-class living.
"Ever been upper class, five?" Aaron asked, not knowing the wolf's name.
-
Looks: 8
Skill: 3
Aakor was at his home and relaxing in bed. He was fast asleep.
-
"Okay first, im a 6... secondly... my nameis Animus... and third... ive been to all sectos back when i was in the Ingrate business..." Animus grabbed Aaron by the arm and took him through a trap door that lead to a basement, a small computer with a glove and mask attached to it sat on a pedestal in the center of the dimly lit room, "put those on... glove on your number obviously..."
-
Aaron did as he was bid and waited patiently. He wondered what he'd be downgraded to.
"If I muss up my facial and uncovered fur with gel of some sort I might be able to match my number. Some darker and lighter dye of some sort will help dirty my look up as well. Obviously one would need to be mindful not to make me look like a two when my primary number is say a four. Or a six." Aaron mused more to himself than the six operating the machine.
-
Animus rolled his eyes and typed in a few long codes... he hit the enter button without warning changing the fox into a mere 5 at an instant
-
"Tch." Aaron guessed the Ingration Techician before him was sore about the fox's guess. Not to mention the nasty sting was a clue. Considering it was an almost 'painless' procedure.
"What now? We need to find this Rave dont we? And just for the record just because you suspect someone if being something they aren't doesn't mean you should go rushing them into alleyways and talking about Rave. I might have been Anti-Ingrater Corps for all you know. Or a rookie Advanced Courier on the way to Central to trade for a uniform." Aaron stared at his hand. A faint un-healthiness was in his fur bow his number, shaped like a number eight. He guessed over-Ingration led to nasty scarring this way. Either that or inexpert operation.
-
Animus sighed annoyed, "listen i gave you a light Ingration long enough to last you the trip to your sector... i just want you out of trouble and out of my hair... youre on your own with Rave just the same as me alright? but considering your brattiness and reckless behavior im going to have to take you home.. and so what? not like the law cares about me anyways... in exchange for Ingrater names ive been erased from records... im a ghost as far as you know..." He then puts on the glove and mask and enters a few codes once again, a light flashed as a womanwith a slender figure and rather adequate sized breasts took his place, her hips were just as good to look at. "Ugh i forgot about my genetic make up..." he said in a feminine voice, "Well not happens to everyone but only way to look good is t be a girl...i hate me right now..."
-
"R-right." Aaron swallowed hard. He looked away and growled.
"Just what makes you think I'm a brat? I'm angry is what I am! Society is a fetid cesspit of failed ideals and segregation - I can't stand it! That's why I need to make it to Rave now! To see what it's about and get things started!"
-
Animus huffed and groaned at Aaron, "I understand okay? but Rave isnt gonna help... it's just a meet up! What are you gonna do? try to give them a heartfelt speech and hope they riot? yeah thatll get you killed quicker thangetting a different lfe... you're so naive...."
-
Name: Ray.
Categories: Placement 1, Abilities 1.
Ray was seen as a waste, as he could not operate above the mental capacity of a seven year old. Thus, those in charge left him in the ghettos.
((I figured you wouldn't mind if I joined. But, shout if it is a problem.))
-
(((oh not at all this is open for anyone wanting to join in!!! ^^))))
-
Ray sat on the edge of the slums, looking out at the richer, more luxurious housing. He giggled, as a fountain began to run.
-
"Heh...I guess I am." Aaron said quietly. "Well if it's some party so be it. I could use a change if pace at the very least. Guess usurping the system needs to wait."
-
Animus took Aaron by the hand and lead him back out towards the alley way, "nice change of pace is what i need... tired of the same exact thing happening every day." he huffed the made their way to the town square, Animus looked to the wall and nodded watched the guards, "alright im sure the guards are stupid enough to let us back through using your little trick, glove on please." He ordered as slipped on the glove in his pocket
-
"Back where?" Aaron asked, having been lost in his own thoughts just then.
-
"To your own sector!" Animus yeled and yet whispered at Aaron