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A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.

A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.

A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law

There are three laws to protect humans from a robot revolution, but what if another saying comkes into play?



I was tossing around ideas for a RP that I could run, and after watching "I, Robot" I thought this would be the best thing to do.

The story is set in the future, the year 2015, and robots have all but become a part of our natural existance. You can't go anywhere without seeing them walking around doing some kind of duty for their human masters. Delivering mail, walking dogs, repairing houses, it seems that robots have taken over our world. Except that they want the world to themselves now. Because of some bug in the system, Robots have now turned against their creators and are now on a killing spree to control the earth. In the evacuated city of Boston, it would seem that the robot have taken it, except that humans can be persistant. A small group has been sent in to figure out what went wrong in the programming, and if there is a way to, turn it around. If there isn't...

Destroy the source.

The central building where the bots are constantly being updated via internet links.


To be in this...

Name:

Age:

Description:

Background:

Special talents: (What are you good at?)



This is me!

Name: Bill Asu

Age: 25

Description: 6' 1'', 205 lbs. He is your average joe, not particually strong or fast, right in the middle. You can find him in some sort of cargo pants and tees. He may wear a black jacket from time to time.

Background: Bill was always a good friend to a robot. Ever since they were created, he has always tried his best to improve them in some way. Growing up, he was a big fan of the Robotics compititions where he first became interested in the field of Science and tech. Going to collage for machanical engineering, he strove to become the best in his class. Senior year, his dream came true as he graduated top of his class, and was asked to work at the local robotics manufacturer, Roboics.

Aside from the fascination with robots, he also took a liking to history, especially old fashion weapons. He's not very good with weapons, but give him a Colt, and anything you want gone will be gone.

Special talents: Robotics (Building and destroying) and old fashon weaponry.

Name: Tobias Farhann
Age: 34
Description: 7'8", 245 pounds, brown eyes, tan skin, brown hair. Being a wrestler, boxer, and a member of Delta Force, he has huge bulging muscles. He's fond of black leather and commonly is seen with a black overcoat and Kevlar.
Background: He's always believed that robots were going to revolt, and therfore always carries a small shotgun with him wherever he goes. He's rumored to have a stash of weapons somewhere near his house, though only he knows for sure. Tobias is a steroid addict, and constantly uses them to further enhance his strength. He's also a heavy smoker and is almost always seen with a pack cigarettes and lighter.
Special talents: Fighting, mostly. Tobias is an expert marksman and gunfighter. He also knows the art of kickboxing and commonly uses it against foes. When in combat, everything seems to slow down to him, allowing him to analyze and exploit many attack patterns. He can always be counted on to find a creative, and most likely destructive and violent, way to win.
Weapons/Equipment: Kevlar vest, 16 guage breachload shotgun with a sawed-off barrel in an effort to make it shorter, a belt of shotgun shells, both solid slugs and spread pellets. Hypodermic needle, pill bottles (for his steroids). He's also an infiltrator and can sneak into almost any military base, using a combination of skill, luck, and brute force. Not being a hacker, Tobias always feels better in the field.

Name: Alex

Age: 23

Description: Tall, built fairly well. He's typically seen in a black turtle-neck, with black khakis, and a matching rain-coat. Reason? Along with his black hair, he just has to cover his face and he blends into shadow.

Background: Alex was originally a homicide detective. Then he was recruited by the government to be a field agent. Infiltration, disguise, you name it, he probably did it. Then this whole robot shit hit the fan.

Special talents: He has an anal retentive attention to detail. Along with his mad martial art skills, and okay firearm skills, he can anticipate ambushes surprisingly well. He can also look at some sort of after action scene, and tell you almost exactly how things went down, based solely on the marks and logic.

Name: John Rogers
Age: 20
Description: Brown hair and eyes, caucasian male, slightly lanky, glasses, t-shirt, jeans, and regular shoes. Carries a switchblade and a handgun for self-defense.
Backround: Has a mental condition that gave him an obsesion at an early age, his talent with computers and electronics is exceptional. He was made part of the team to 'fix' the robots and bypass computer security.
Special Talents: Computer hacking, daggerfighting, running, and hiding. Decent people skills too, but that doesn't do any good here.

Hmm...verry interesting indeed. Although you need a section for equipment.

EDIT: Shit...SS tolk the Alex name...oh well.

Name: Jason Falkner
Age: 27

Description: 5' 9", 145 lbs, steel gray eyes, caucasian (sounds like a mountain range, don't it?), blond hair. Jason has a medium build, not enough to be extraordinarily strong, but dangerous enough to kick ass HTH if need be. Typically wears all black, including a flowing black trenchcoat. He aslo wears a pair of dark shades (that sort of look like the shades Agent Smith has in The Matrix).
Background: Jason is a mercenary and a computer expert. His last contract was guarding a facility where some of the buggy robots rose up and started killing everyone in sight. Jason managed to hold off the revolters long enough to allow some people to escape, then he hacked the security system and turned the facility's defensive turrets on the revolting bots. There was only one surviving robot, which Jason managed to shut down by hacking it's CPU wirelessly.

Jason knows quite a bit about robotic programming, because he had a certain affinity for, and fascination of, robots during his high school days. He was a lead programmer on his High School's robotics team, and he managed to get into MIT because of it. From College he wound up working at U.S. Robotics, industry leader. Despite being good at his job, he was let go after 2 years due to budget cuts, or so they claimed. In reality, Jason believed that there were some inherent flaws in the coding of the robots, but nobody would back his claim, and when he attempted to halt production, they cracked down on him.

So in order to make ends meet, Jason became a mercenary and freelance robotic security expert, working at other companies to make sure their robot's coding was secure, as well as still searching for the flaw that has now made itself apparent due to the recent uprisings.

Jason is also well versed in the art of gunplay. This stems from his father being a military officer, who hoped that at some point, his son could follow in his footsteps. However, Jason doesn't really prefer the rigid military structure, and preferes to play by his own rules. However, he is fascinated by weaponry and has amassed quite a collection of firearms, which he uses to great effect. He also has studied some weapons based martial arts disciplines to further hone his skills.

Special Talents. Gun Katas (anyone who saw Equilibrium will know what I'm talking about), Pentjak Silat (another great weapons-based art), Tae-Kwon-Do, Marksmanship, hacking (computers, Vehicles, and robotics alike), and driving.
NOTE ON TALENTS: Jason is not a master of any of the martial arts disciplines he has studied, he's just pretty decent at them.

Primary Equipment: 2 Colt .45s, M16 with MAWS launcher (I'll explain later, but if anyone here's played Splinter Cell: Pandora Tomorrow, they already know), Field Fighter Knife, Laptop, PDA, Cell Phone, small toolkit (includes wire cutters and some computer gear), Black 1982 Pontiac Trans-Am. (well, we have to drive!)

If there are any problems I have no real gripes about editing this. I just sort of threw this together over a long period of time and such.

Do'h, I knew I was forgetting something. Everyone just edit their bios to suit the needs. I'll fix mine later.

Name: Britomir Nardindiskal
Age: 22

Description: 5' 4", 103 lbs, grey-green eyes, pale white skin, dark blue hair. Britomir likes the shadows, and his attitude relfects this. He wears dark grey shoes, loose black jeans held up with a leather belt with clips for holding contianers, a dark green tee-shirt, black jacket with inside pockets, black fingerless gloves, as well as a pair of goggles somewhat like a jewler's, allowing him to peer closely at circuit boards and objects of interest.

Background: Britomir has always enjoyed taking things apart and tinkering with them, and has kept standard tools for doing that on him for as long as he can remember. He's never without a few screwdrivers (both philip's and flat head) of varing sizes, a dremol tool with extra bits, a battery operated sodding gun, wire snips, and for when all else fails, a hand axe. His family was slaughtered in the intial attack, but his reasons for signing on are a bit less... emotional. He really wants to figure out how the robots work, and why they did what they did. He's willing to risk life and limb in the pursuit of knowledge, but only if he can do it his way....

He really recieved no formal training in his line of work, instead learning what he could from expierimentation and trail/error. But he soon excelled in it, and he found his skills rewarding, but usually only for himself.

Special Talents: Physical hacking (changing the circuits to suit his needs), stealth, offense with his trusty hand axe

Standard Equiptment: Tools of his trade (explained in background), clothing, a small notebook and pen in which to make notes

It's probably MC43's place to say or criticize, but...


17!?

Somehow, I highly doubt that the governments would entrust a great deal of their fate to someone not even old enough to DRINK.

just cuz he's young doesn't mean that he's inexpeirenced or not up to it... but i guess your right...

Sorry guys, I was trying to help out someone to get posting on these boards, but E-mailing has been somewhat of a hassle. I'll try and get this up ASAP, providing that you guys still have the interest...

Name: Crimson Rinslet

Age: 18

Description: 5'4 ft, 127 lbs. Brown hair, streaks of bronze. Chestnut colored skin. Golden brown eyes. Her hair is straight to the point it rests in a shag like manner. Ragid at each tip while loose strands dart over her face. The length of it rests just below her jaw line while her cheeks are carved in a cherry blossom color. Giving her that always soft blush. With a rag doll style shirt that criss crosses over her breasts, well indeed of covering that area mind you, it does travel a bit low. Small ruffles on the shoulders as it flares out at her stomach. The color a crimson red, she wears tight fitting, black jeans around her waist. Though it tends to sprawl out as you go further down. A small chain dangling at her side with black boots and a red symbol carved into the heal.

Background: When her parents got a robot when she was barely a little girl, she took to it right away as while the robot seemed to also. It was always there for her and always there to tend to her every need, while her parents where big in business and found little time to ever be home. One of the reasons which they had only one child. But of course time went on and she got older, drifting through life and becoming closer and closer to her robot companion. So close that on her prom night, when her date had stood her up and she was left in tears, the robot did infact make a wonderful dinner. Dressing the living room up to a point that it suited the evening, and it took the last dance with her. Now going off to college and completeing school, something was driving her from going. She was left to admit, that she had fallen in love with a Mechine. It far from being able to return her feelings, one night after a long day out in the town. She came home to a bloody Murder, the robot standing over her parents bodies who had come home early for a surprise birthday. Shaken in fear she ran for her life, and now somewhat wanders the streets.

((hmm...was that good or am I missing something?))

Hey now... what's that supposed to mean?

oh, and nvm that...I was just in a bad mood. But look up, I'm done!

*Is still interested*

Interested in what?

Probably should have quoted the first time.

oooh...I see. Hee hee

Well... I thought I was going to be busy for the rest of the week, but it looks like I have some time today, so this thing is now... UP!

(Insert cheer... here)

Um, ok, so what do we do?...Rp here or are you starting a new thread?

There is a new thread... It's more of the intorductory kind of thing... Bear with me... I have several ideas for this.

yeah, I kinda figured that out. lol, thanks a bunches though.

Hi I would like to join this rp, I am going to post my bio, and hopefully I will be accepted. Cause my character is not going to be human, she will be a robot. If thats alright?

Name: Alisha Wells

Age:22

Description:5'6, 120 pounds. Has blonde curly hair, though on the frizzy side, which she tries to keep under control. Cobalt blue eyes, somewhat pale white skin.

Background: This is all in her words before she knew the truth: Was born to Melissa, and Alaxander Wells, they were a pretty well off family. Her father would leave alot when she was young, and she didnt know what he did for a living. As she grew older she realized that she never got sick like the other children in her school, but she did bleed and did everything else a normal human did, so she thought nothing of it. She was the quite type, keeping mostly to herself, and often times she was called rude words by classmates, thinking she was stuck up, but besides that her life was pretty normal until now...while she, with her parents were eating dinner her father's ex-boss, and the rest of the mafia came in and killed her parents because her father wanted to leave the mafia, including Alisha was killed, or so they thought. When she wakes up in the morgue, and is found the dr does a series of test confirming she is not human, but a robot...

Special talents: (What are you good at?) Reading, writing, swimming, when she talks to you she looks you in the eyes and talks in a straight forward voice, can be very demanding. Other abilities will come later....

(Sighs) I hate to say it... but robots weren't around 22 years ago. If you want to go that route, you couls say that you were saved via robotic parts... that'll be allowed, but to actually be a robot would put a crimp in the story line... sorry.