Women rule in 2525

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sypathizer doctor

personal info...i'm doctor....more of midwife really as I take in women who manage to get pregnant. medusa's leave me alone as virus is not been found to be transferred to sons born. they seem content in fact that boys are a rare birth 1 in a hundred and then they have low birth weights and other frailities...only 1 in 25 survive to age one.

Medusa's left me alone for fear that I'd come out with cure for virus or fear that I'm a carrier. Occasionally I'm called in to treat men so while all Runners knew me I knew none of them. It was lonely work and seeing how happy these women were. I had access to many things and often traded them to women who wished to meet men. I often was asked to help women determine what time was best to get pregnant. I was however alone and it was begining to wear on me.

(contact me as you wish)

stats
5'2"
soft brown shoulder lenght hair
glasses, brown eyes
22 years old born after virus spread so I learned of death all too young. Seeing father and my other male relatives die one by one
soft bodied, mainly to keep medusa's from recruiting me.

Dr Mickie

[Edited by intriguess on 09-03-2000 at 10:31 PM]

 

[mfucker]

OOC: interesting idea...count me in ...as one of the Medusas...

[Edited by mfucker on 09-04-2000 at 10:14 AM]

 

[Talon]

OOC: Yeah, I think I'd like to be a male runner...but could I ask a few questions? Do the Medusas and the Male runners fight? Like shootouts and such? If so, are there any technological advances in weaponry? Hehe...sorry to ask this, but it would help in my 'character creation'.

 

[Kepic]

OOC: Cool idea. OK, I'm going to be a Runner, I think.

Name : Jake Bull.
Previous occupation, prior to the Virus: Computer programmer and part time Gym Instructor
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark brown
Caucasian, 6'0"
Tall, intelligent, muscular and athletic, Jake often got advances from women prior to the Virus, though as he was in a steady relationship at the time, with a woman he loved dearly, he always turned them down.
Nowadays, he rarely speaks of his previous love, who was caught in a crossfire by the Medusa's, just after she had managed to get in contact with him again, after their forced seperation when he had to go on the run.
As such, he has more than just a deep resentment of the Medusa's and what they stand for. Now, he takes what little solace he can in the company of Sympathizers, hoping one day to gain revenge on the Medusa's who were responsible for his love's death.
His apptitude with computers has now turned to hacking, though the Holonet is as often patrolled by Medusa's as in the real world.

 

[ShyGoddess]

OOC: Very cool Idea.

IC:

Name: Raven Starr
Stats: 20 years old, 5'5, dark blond hair, blue-green eyes, 38d-36-40
Works for the Medusas but is in fact a spy for the sypathizers. This wasn't always so. Met the love of her life and decided to become a spy. She lost touch with him and has been searching ever since. She has stumbled onto a few documents that suggest that the Medusas created the virus in order to wipe out the male population, but hasn't been able to prove it. She gives the sympathizers tips on where the Medusas are looking for the runners.

 

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A strange soldier...

OOC: Heres my crack at a character

IC:
Name: Guy Richen
Hair and Eyes: Both Brown
Height and Weight:6'1-190 pounds
Age:34
Prior Occupation: Marine
Personal Information: Guy was in the Marines when the virus first hit, and the Military Base he was stantioned at was practically wiped out, at least the male population. For some odd reason, he did not catch the virus and managed to stay alive. Soon after the...'infection'...the female population came up with same damn fool idea to wipe out the Male population. He was in the contamination sector of the hospital when the Medusa's came for all the Males there. A woman doctor at the hospital helped him escape, at the cost of her own life. Guy fled the area, pursued by the Medusa's, and ended up hooking up with another group of 'refuges' that had formed in the town just outside of the base. Guy was a Corporal when the virus hit, and he had lots of combat experience. He was an expert with firearms, fair with demolitions and good with his bare hands. Seeing as females now run the world, little has changed in the ways of weaponry, as the females see them as obsolete for the most part.
His small group of refuges managed to break into a National Guard base and secure some weaponry to fight the Medusas. During a firefight with the Medusa's, the rest of his 'team' was killed, and he fled, being...out-'woman'd' and out gunned. He fled the city, takeing with him his small surplus of weapons and gear. He ended up in Vilo's sector, and now serves as a soldier there.
Weaponry and Gear- Colt Cammando, Colt M1911A1, Survival Gear, Nightvision gear, various Military hardware.
Appearance-A tall, handsome man with a serious look on his face at all times. He wears Military Fatigues and is never seen far from a gun. Very suspicous of all women.

 

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Raven Starr:

She walked through the abandoned construction site, being careful not to trip. She felt a pang of loss. She had studied the world before the virus. It had been beautiful, but now, dust and ruins.

"Hello?" she didn't see anyone, but was sure this had been the place for the meeting. She was going to be pissed if he didn't show. It got more dangerous everyday for her to make contact. The Medusas were anything but stupid.

Her scream was muffled by a large, strong hand covering her mouth. "I'm sorry about this, but, when you've been on the run for as long as I have, you have to take precautions. And you, my dear, look to much like a Medusa for my piece of mind." He frisked her, making sure to cover every inch of her body. He let her go instantly when he didn't find anything.

"Now we can do some business."

Raven had the distinct feeling she didn't like this man.

 

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Raven:

She felt a little breathless, but tried to hide it.

"The weapons are in the elevator shaft at the far end of the building. Everything is there, you have my word on it."

He laughed at her. "Your word means nothing to me. Shall we?"

Raven stomped ahead of him leading him to the shaft where the weapons were hidden. She had never been treated like this in her entire life. "There."

He checked everything, making sure it was up to par, and turned back to her when he was done. "Now. Here is the meeting place. Memorize it now so I can burn it."

Raven looked down at the piece of paper. An old football stadium. Interesting. The man snatched the paper from her hand and lite it on fire.

"Be there in two days, seven sharp, don't be late." her turned to go.

"Wait! I have some information that you might find interesting."

He didn't turn around, but waited to hear what she had to say. "The virus was no accident."

 

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Raven:

Her jaw dropped open. Bread? She would be killed if she even considered it.

"N...no...I...I haven't," GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF! "I would have been dead along time ago if I had been, but about the virus, I have proof. I stumbled onto some papers a few months ago. They discuss in detail the flaws that occured in the plan."

"Do you still have them?" for ever step he took towards her, she took one back.

"Of course." her back came up against a wall. She was trapped.

His hand came up to touch her cheek and she cringed. She really didn't know what he was capable of.

"Can you get them to me?"

She had to take a deep breath. "I think so."

"Good."

 

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Raven:

"I'm not afraid of you, and no I haven't eaten, so lead the way." She could tell she had suprised him, but he soon smiled and turned to gather his pay, before leading the way to his camp.

She had expected something rough, like the man, and wasn't disappointed. It looked easy to disassemble or if the need be leave behind.

"How long have you been camped here?"

He glanced back at her. "Not long. I never stay in the same place long when I'm meeting my contacts. It makes me harder to find."

Raven slipped off her coat, and watched as he tensed. A look of anger came over his face and he advanced on her.

"You bitch. You forgot to take off your uniform. It labels you as a Medusa." his hand came to her throat.

"NO! Wait, I can explain. It's true, I used to be a Medusa, but not anymore. I'm...I'm a spy, I swear. I tell the sypathizers where the Medusas are looking for men, and they relay that information. Please." She could tell that he wanted to believe her, but in his line of work, she could understand why he didn't want to.

"Please."

 

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Raven:

She swallowed hard. How had he known? "Well, the plan for the virus actually started just after the new millenium started, in 2005. A doctor, Lara Dern, was fed up with the way the world was going and so, she, along with a few of her coworkers started to research and test, and well you know the rest."

He was staring at her by the end, and she could feel the flush creep up her cheeks. "What about the papers?"

"There is one in perticular that might interest you. It tells the name of a woman who discovered the cure, but she was killed in a lab "accident". When they went to destroy her research, they discovered that the disk and all the notes that she had, were gone."

 

[mfucker]

IC:
name Venus Starr(before the virus, though not used now)
id M1/00013-A
height 5'9'
weight 119lb
hair Dark brown
eyes Blue
age 29
occ Medusa elite

Venus was one of the first Medusas; has vast knowledge of the ongoings within Medusas. Has pro-feminist ideals and often seen to be ruthless in upholding these ideals. A previous Olympic athlete; she is relatively tall and well-toned. With razor sharp reflexes and perfect eyesight, she also packs a punch ever since her martial arts training ended four months after the contamination. Her rank is not far from the highest order, though there is still room for promotions. Was largely responsible for a Runner massacre just two months after the viral contamination. Needless to say, she hates both runners and sympathisers.


Venus:

I smile, looking at the scouting report in my hands. The runners were planning something big, like I had expected. We always were one step ahead of them, which is why after almost a quarter of a decade, things were pretty much the same. I wave off the Medusa recruit, looking up only to look at her swaying ass. Women were definitely better than men in the sex department; I was one of those who didn't miss men as much as some of the rest. In fact, I think the sympathisers are just sex-craved; all their breeding bullshit was crap.

I look over the thick stack of files on the table; we almost have complete profiles of all the runners that are still alive. Once we have everything, they will be annihilated.

I pull one profile from the stack and open it - Vilo. I chuckle to myself. I've kept an eye on this one for awhile; he has been fun to play with so far, evading my troops like a phantom. But the thrill has almost expired; it is time to crush his sector.

Standing up, I feel the tight lycra stretch over my body. All Medusas wear a long-sleeved tight body suit, when I first joined it was so tight I could hardly breathe. But our movements were sleek and swift this way; our counterparts often out-manoeuvred. I grapped Vilo's file along with some other blueprints I was working on, and headed for chief Medusas' office...

 

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Jake Bull

Here I was again, muscles pumping, adrenaline rushing, heart pounding, running for my life. The whine of the Medusa's anti-grav flight pack was not far behind. I had just an eight, maybe nine second lead now on the bitch, a lead that had steadily diminishing since the chase began. I took another brief glimpse over my right shoulder, as I turned sharply down another dark street, my breath fogging in the cold night air. Her searchbeam was scanning the ground behind me, its light making the pedway sheen with a pale blue glow, my footprints briefly illuminated by its passing. Damn, this bitch was a good tracker.
Medusa's had many advantages over us Runners. Access to strong funding, high-tech gear, and excellent training. All we used to have was our wits and whatever equipment we could lay our hands on. Now at least we had some support - the Perseus Movement, made up of women sympathetic to our plight, but by doing so they were placing their lives on the line as much as ours already were.
I slapped the stimpatch on my left shoulder again, sending another burst of stimulants into my bloodstream. Another couple of hundred metres, thats all. I had to make it. Then I might be able to turn the tables on the bitch hugging my ass.
Now my camo-suit's powerpack was waning, I could hear its warning bleep now. I'd managed to obtain an old corporate camo-suit, which had served me well the last few months. You couldn't wear much on top, because it interfered with the holographic camoflague the suit covered you in. When inactive, it was a drab neutral grey colour, a one-piece tight-fitting suit. Not very comfortable, but after it had saved my life a few times, I was quite happy to ignore that fact. The only other items I usually carried was a Holodeck computer, which rolled up nice and small, and so was easy to carry [OOC: looks sort of like a keyboard printed on a thin film of clear plastic].
++Power warning failure: holographic camoflague deteriorating++ the pack on my left hip shrilled.
Damn it, just another hundred metres or so. A dart glanced off the pedway beside me - those things carried enough sedative to down an elephant, though those things were long extinct. I wasn't intending to join them yet though.
We Runners have to travel light - stealth and speed. The Medusa's had speed on their side, too, of course, with their flight packs, but their exo-skeleton armour meant they could carry a good deal of equipment. But that didn't mean we weren't short of a few high-tech goodies ourselves. Caches of equipment, placed by us or the Perseus Movement, lay hidden at certain points about the city. And I had just reached one - finally.
I dived into the bushes to the left of the pedway, another dart narrowly missing me as I did so, which made the thorns seem little discomfort in comparison. I pulled open the box, half concealed in the earth beneath the bush, and flicked the switch.
++E-M-P activated++ the device shrilled out. [OOC: Electro-Magnetic-Pulse]
She was close enough, I heard her shriek as her flight pack suddenly cutted out. I didn't see her actually fall, but I heard her strike the ground hard, rolling and clattering along the pedway past me, then lying still in a crumpled heap.
I crawled out from under the bushes, ran up to her, and after pulling her helmet off, checked her pulse. Alive, but unconcious. She'll live.
Satisified that the bitch wasn't going to come round for a while, I pulled the E.M.P device out from under the bushes and set off again. There was still a few of hours to go before the end of curfew. Still time to make the rendeavous point.

[OOC: Thought 'Perseus Movement' would be a good name to use for the Sympathizer's, with 'Medusa's' as the main foe! I also figure with it being 2525, there will be some pretty high-tech stuff about, though perhaps some natural disaster or nuclear war in the past stalled advancement a little.]

 

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Raven:

What other choice did she have? It was to dangerous to leave until the morning. She stretched out next to him on her back, keeping a gap between them. Her breathing was a little ragged and she couldn't sleep. He on the other hand seemed to be sound asleep.

She let out a little yelp when he suddenly rolled and flung his arm across her, just below her breasts. She tried to move away, but that just caused him to pull her closer, cuddling her close to his strong body. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but all she could see was his hard body driving into hers. A sheen of sweat broke out on her forhead. It was going to be a long night.

 

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Jake Bull

Made it.
I had stopped at a powerpoint on the way, recharging my dead powerpack, so my camo-suit was operational again. Almost a good thing it had shut itself dwon, otherwise the circuits would have been fried by the EMP earlier.
I ducked into the unfinished construction site, finding my way through the shadows now, the moonlight reflecting off of the girders and plastisteel.
I stepped up to the door, and knocked on it, thrice. I stepped back and to one side, still camoflagued, waiting a reply.