Thread: The Heart of A New World RP (Start)

Act 1, Part 1--Opening Scene. Dreams... Why always dreams? Are dreams so different from reality? Are such things naught but what we perceive through our limited cognitive ability?... Is life, but a dream? Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, be-- With a loud bang, the alarm clock stops beeping. A young woman yawns and stretches as she slowly climbs out of bed. Her tall stature was atypical for a woman though not for a boxer, and her more muscular physique sometimes had her be mistaken for a man at a distance. She looks at herself in a mirror. Scraggly appearance? Check. Nightmarish looking bed hair? Check, and still that unfortunate chestnut brown that she loathed so much. Somewhere nearby was her bottle of red hair dye, she would have to remember to use that later. Bloodshot brown eyes? Check. Quietly she steps away from her mirror and scratches the back of her head. Had the doorbell gone off earlier? She wasn't sure. Beneath her bed she reaches and grabs a pair of slippers, putting them on as she walks, sometimes on one foot, over to the door. 1043 AM? Oh God. Her alarm didn't wake her up again, it must have been going off for hours. She sighs before rubbing her head. Alcohol was involved, that much was certain. The rest? Not particularly, just kind of a blur of drinking and hitting her punching bag with her old pair of boxing gloves. Opening the door she immediately recoils and brings a hand up over her eyes. The sun was especially bright today. After a few moments she adjusts and looks down to see a package had been delivered and simply left there. Damn UPS. Those guys never got anything right. It could have been stolen. Luckily though she lived in a decent part of town. She reaches down and grabs it, looking over the package and closing the door behind herself. She walks over to a nearby couch, clears off a small pile of fan mail she had been sorting and throwing away back from her old boxing days, and sits down. She notices the envelope taped to the bottom of the box. Hmm... She takes the envelope off and places the box down. It was odd that it would be so plain in appearance. She opens the envelope and finds... Nothing. Nothing? NOTHING?! UPS HAD FAILED HER! Someone probably stole the contents of the envelope! With her luck it was probably the equivalent to a CD Key, or passcode! Or it was just some cheap letter from the publisher welcoming her to their virtual land of make believe. Oh well. She shrugs and tosses the envelope off onto the floor with a few other miscellaneous objects and pieces of paper. This place was a mess. She should probably clean it... Sometime... Somewhere... Someday... With a sigh she opens the box and finds all of the things she needed to make it work. She didn't really know much about how it worked, this would technically be her first game on the thing. Delilah quietly walks over to her VR helmet and glares at it for a moment. This thing cost her the career she wanted ever since she was a little girl. It destroyed entire sports and left a wreckage of what was once the PC gaming scene. It ruined thousands of people's lives. Including her own. She runs a finger down the somewhat dusty helmet. There had to be a reason for it. Perhaps this was God's way of testing her. Who knew, save Him. She picks the helmet up off its stand and sits down with it. She dusts it off without much care, and then goes through the steps needed to install New World. Once that was finished she puts the helmet on and leans back, giving an empty smile as she feels herself slip away from the real world. Just like alcohol, without the convenience of poison, it seemed. The character creation screen appeared. It was still a little bit of a blur, but she could see various entry fields, and the environment was cloudy. Light blue clouds? Then it slowly changed to other scenes, with various lighting. Probably to give her an impression of what she looked like in various locations. Her eyes open widely. It started with an identical version of herself, with class selection?... Is that really what she looked like when she wasn't a mess? Delilah bites her lip. That can't be me. She mutters quietly. The game replies in a robotic voice, just as she had imagined. It is an exact duplicate of user 1,263,020 You. Her empty smile turns into a furtive frown. This wasn't right. She never looked that happy. Get rid of that stupid smile... Also, brighten up her skin tone a little. The game complies, much to Delilah's amusement. So she could hide her own appearance? Change it all so that nobody knows who she really is?... Interesting little game. Add some face and arm paint... Oh, and red hair. I love red hair. Can I have a spear for a weapon with my class? The software gives a negative beep of some sort, one which made her flinch as it sounded like it was coming from everywhere. Alright. None of that obviously. Alright. I'll take an axe then! It complies, and with a small, girlish squeal of delight, a two handed axe appears in the hands of her more-than-duplicate self. Alright... Name it... Name it Mirana! Mirana Do'sevani! The name simply leapt into her head, and with even more delight it seemed that after a brief checking period, nobody had taken that name. With her character created, and the real world so far behind her, she slams the log in button and feels herself slipping away once more. Whatever adventure she was about to begin, it would at least be a fun one... And probably less alcoholic. Maybe.