The World Has Died OOC/Sign ups

The world has never been more reliant upon technology and electricity than it is in the modern era. It gives us heat, allows mass communication and mass media, enables democracy, grows our food, transports us, and manufactures our goods. Long gone are the days of the armored knight, but now...now the Dark Ages begin anew. A blinding flash was all anyone noticed, but after...darkness. Tvs are blank, radios silent, cars still, and guns harmless. History has changed, and survivors rise to begin writing a new chaper of human history, but once again, this history will be written by the edge of a sword.

New York City is America's most powerful and valuable city. It is a center of commerce, intelllectual persuits, and culture. It is the city that never sleeps, the great innovator, but like all other cities, it will soon meet with an unsuspecting fate, one that no one saw coming, and one that many will not survive. There are many paths to take, and several lead to success, but choose carefully, as just as many will lead to death. Some paths are hard, some easy, but all lead to a new era of human history. This, my friends, is the end of our world. The Modern world has died, can a better one be established in its place?

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Name: Kurt Miller

Age: 14

Sex: Male

Occupation pre-change: Student

Special skills: Possession of, and basic knowledge of how to use a katana that passed down to him by his grandfather. He can also adjust to lighting changes more quickly than most people.

Personality: Mostly keeps to himself out of shyness, but is a very loyal person, and will do whatever is necessary to keep those around him out of harms way.

Bio: Both of Kurt's parents died before he could remember, his mother in childbirth, and his father when a drunk crashed into his car, and as a result, Kurt has been living with his grandfather, who is his only living relative, and plans to never touch a drop of alcohol or have a child. He never had many friends, and was mostly ignored by others at school, mostly due to his shyness and heterochromia. His grandfather died days before all technology failed, leaving Kurt all of his possessions, including a katana. Kurt learned the basics of how to use the ancient japanese weapon from his grandfather at the age of ten, being promised that, when he was old enough, Kurt would be taught all that his grandfather knew. That chance never came.

Appearance: Japanese-American with heterochromia (His left eye is blue, his right brown). He has dark hair and wears dark blue-jeans, black sneakers, and a plain white t-shirt, with his grandfathers katana always strapped to his side. Physically he is smaller than most his age, but more physically fit.

Ionalien is approved. This rp is indeed accepting new members. The story so far can be read here:

https://agasaria.rpg-board.net/t4p15-the-world-has-died

Name: Auberon Von Krieger
Age: 24
Sex: PLEASE!!!! Kidding, Male
Occupation pre-change: Various Factories Job, meddled in Blacksmithing and was in the midst of making that his profession when everything shut down
Special skills: Blacksmithing, Weapon Proficiency (Axes, Hammers, Swords, Glaives, Halberds, and Spears), Hand-to-Hand Combat (Self-Taught MMA), Archaic Military Tactics, Trivia
Personality: Generally Shy when it comes to new people, Bold and authoritative when it comes to survival situations or protecting his friends, a balance of Brain and Brawn
Bio: As a youth, Auberon wanted to be a hero, champion, a warrior, but what kid didn't? Swinging sticks, throwing rocks, wrestling, and fighting as a youth. Naturally parents chastised him, teachers gave out punishment, and even though he never hit someone weaker or non-bully he was labeled a troubled teen. Though his attention was quickly steered towards athletics when he hit puberty, engaging in medieval reenactments, wrestling, football, and studying martial arts on his own. Body was shaped and formed to excel at all of these, sadly the world did not need heroes....it needed workers. So growing up in a small town outside of New York he could either be a business man, or work in a factory.....well, labor atleast let him put his hands to work. Auberon discovered that his family descended from blacksmiths, and that he had the money and means to work metal. Starting with making chainmail bracelets, necklaces, and small items he quickly built a network of buyers and sellers that he could rely on to supplement his income, and was about to make the full move into being a blacksmith. Making deals with local junkyards, and was meeting a business man to talk about renting a building. Ron was never comfortable in cities, and therefore armed himself.....albeit archaically. Most people grab pepper spray, get a conceal and carry license, or at the very least have a heavy lock attached to their key chain. Ron had his broadsword on a custom rack attached to the back of his front bucket seats in his '91 Red GMC Jimmy, his bearded ax upon the roof of the SUV and a scalemail vest under his long sleeved shirt. Nothing could have told Ron that the end of the world was happening that day.
Appearance: Auberon was not a very intimidating man as far as height, barely scratching six feet tall. Though his tanned and scarred skin was pulled taughtly over a well muscled form. Broad form was as well muscled and strong as it was lean and quick. Black hair draped along his shoulder like some kind of mane, with a full bushy beard adorning his face. Eyes were a light blue color, as if his irises were made of solid permafrost. Hands were scarred along the knuckles, palms and fingers were calloused heavily from manual labor and sport activities. Skin was rather thick, and he had several scars over his body from cleats, fights, forge accidents, and just simple acts of life. Over his torso was a long sleeved underarmor shirt that kept his body relatively regulated. Over that was a chainmail jerkin that ended at his waist and at his wrists. A scalemail vest was worn over that, covering his torso save for his arms under his deltoids. Lastly a simple gray long sleeved shirt was worn over that, baggy to hide the armor he wore under it. A pair of heavily worn and torn once-blue jeans covered his legs, revealing the underarmor compression pants he wore underneath that. Lastly was a pair of steel toed black boots, the steel toe creating a bump in the front. Boots reached half-way up his calves military-styled. Black belt held his pants up and held the sheath for his broadsword upon his left hip, and his bearded ax was resting upon his right hip, the shaft fed through the middle of two belt loops so the ax head rested upon his hip.