Red Skies Over Chicago

[Benzo]

(Modern seemed right... Right? Not sci-fi, because I have zero intentions of 'super tech'. That said, ignore the giant facial-scanning airships in the images...)
(Sorry Vam, decided to just make it myself.)
(I intend for this to be open, though I may separate threads by faction depending upon participation or, more likely, just make it a bloody ISRP for someone.)




1) Plot/Intro:

The United States of America has always prided itself in trying to be the example and police of the world, even if only we saw ourselves this way. Come 2001 and the start of the 'War on Terror,' the States were forever changed.

Since the mid 70's, North Korea's technology was strides ahead of our own; Cellphones, electronic entertainment, you name it, and we all too happily gobbled it up. Come 21st century as their ingenuity stretched into the areas of weaponry and military tech, we were surpassed once more.

Looking for any way to gain superiority in the Middle East, the United States began drastically raising it's military spending, eagerly  buying any piece of equipment they would sell us... Just to gain an edge.

Unbeknownst to us, every purchased piece of North Korean tech had a backdoor, and when our debt to them reached beyond $20 trillion in 2017, they took action. With the single flip of a switch, our military was shut off. Jets plummeted from the skies, ships dropped anchor and stopped moving... And the Korean invasion began.

As Korea landed upon our shores, we had naught but our rifles left to respond with, and so, the United States fell that same year. Our government was destroyed, our cities desecrated, and our homes... Occupied. Under the guise of a fiscal mentor and protector, the American people are now slaves to the tyranny of North Korea.

By the year 2021, Chicago is one of many large-population cities of the former US to enter a lockdown state due to bloody conflicts of resistance; Our buildings walled together, LAVs and tanks patrolling our streets, and citizens being brutalized by soldiers in their own homes.

America may have fallen, but her people still breath. And in Chicago... The Resistance is alive and well. 



Long live the Resistance! Long live the United States of America!



2) Factions:

KPA/Norks - Korean People's Army, referred to as 'Norks' by most Resistance fighters.

The Resistance - Anyone willing to pick up a gun against North Korean occupiers. Often criticized by citizens as bringing needless violence into the streets.

Collaborators - Citizens of Chicago whom still hold jobs working directly for the KPA. Anywhere from construction up to Anti-Resistance espionage.

Citizens - The abused and helpless mass of Chicago population not fitting in any category above.



3) Zones: Since occupation, sections of Chicago have been categorized as either Green, Red or Yellow Zones, described below;

Red Zones - Areas of Chicago heavily damaged either by the war, or afterwards due to Resistance skirmishes. Anyone spotted in a Red Zone is shot on sight, though that doesn't stop citizens from scavaging what they can from the wreckage.

Yellow Zones - Mass population and market areas, stocked with what few supplies can be scavaged.

Green Zone - VIP and Collaborater population area, heavily guarded. No one gets in or out without heavy scrutiny.



4) Character Sheet:
Name -
Age -
Gender -
Faction - (*Only if multiple participants. Not making an ISRP about a Collaborater or KPA.)
Weapon(s) - *Be reasonable
Equipment/gear - *Any (initially) nonlethal tools. (Explosive-rigged RC car being an example. Lethal, but not initially by design.)
Biography -
Other/Extras -


*) Accepted Character Sheets/Participants: (Because I don't feel like spamming the first page with 'Accepted, declined because x,' ect.)

llama - Cynthia Smith

[llama]

(plan on joining)

[llama]

4) Character Sheet:
Name - Cynthia Smith
Age - 17
Gender - Female
Faction - Citizen; fence sitter on the whole ordeal
Weapon(s) - Older cattle revolver
Equipment/gear - Box cutter, crowbar, can opener, cattle prod
Biography - Small time cattle farmers on the further outskirts of Chicago, Cynthia and her family were spared from the initial onslaught brought on by the war. Living with her grandparents (John and Jane) and her younger brother of seven years named Vick, eventually the occupation reached the farm she lived on. The troops offered two options; surrender the cattle for the army with some compensation, or taking of both the Smiths and cattle by force. John, at first outraged by this proposal, was calmed down by Jane who eventually convinced him to think things out about the situation. Given some rations and supplies, the Smiths were then sent on their way to Chicago; displaced and with an uncertain future and dwindling food, Cynthia is going to have to step up and do something for the family.
Other/Extras - n/a

[Benzo]

(Goddamn, should I have held a poll to determine setting or something? [Which I can still very much change, I think.] Figured there'd be a wee bit more general interest in this -_-)
(\/ Indeed you are accepted, llama)

[llama]

(my same reaction to 1's dragon hunting rp
i'm accepted, ye?)

[Benzo]

(Fuck it, I'll leave the RPing here in case latecomers join, but I doubt it.)

September 15th, 2021
A cool gust of autumn air blows through the windy city as cloisters of citizens huddle around dimly lit trashbin fires. A rumbling fills the air as a brightly colored red and white armored truck rolls down the road, a half dozen KPA soldiers walking on either side as it proceeded. Shying away, many citizens were attempting to keep their eyes downward as the soldiers studied over them, assault rifles held at ease in their grasp.

The condition of Chicago's Yellow zones were deplorable, but the KPA didn't care, and the rest of the world too blind or too scared to intervene. This leaves the citizens to fend for themselves, and when the KPA gets carried away, the American Resistance often answered, resulting in a bloody aftermath. The idea that at any moment a firefight could break out was almost more terrifying than the occasional beating from the KPA.

[llama]

I sit with my family in silence within a ruined house; windows blasted open, the living room able to be seen from the street. This was one of the nicer ex-homes with most of the inside walls intact and just minor holes throughout it. Still, compared to the old barn it was, to say lightly, trash.
I continue to stay silent, looking from Papa to Grandma; they both seemed deep in thought while my brother sat on the floor, fiddling with his dead Nintendo DS.

(You can rp as the family)

[Benzo]

(I actually may put this on pause depending upon how the RP(G) poll turns out. Or just in general; I imagine that project will already have me tearing my hair out if I don't properly organize everything on my phone, haha. Those typically have a definitive objective ending, so I can eventually return to this, because I've been wanting this RP for-fucking-ever.)

[llama]

(alright, cool. i guess just PM me when you wanna resume this thread. )