Good people of Zetachannel, my name is Machiavelli33, and I shall be your host for this game, called Doom's Night.

Doom's Night is a forum and/or chat-based roleplaying game, following along the best trends of Zetachannel's roleplaying games in the past four years. 

Let's cut to the basics shall we?

Rules, Character Creation, and Modes of Play:

Rules are few. 
Doom's Night takes place on modern day earth.  In terms of setting, it could happen today, or tomorrow, or the day after.
Like most forum RPGs, Doom's Night will abandon the numbers heavy system of traditional tabletop games to bring you increased flexibility in interacting with the world around you.  Follow the common sense rules: no OOC (out of character) information, no stepping out of line, no metagaming, no cheating, no being a stupid fucker, and no pie on Wednesdays after nine o' clock.  One of these is not actually true. 
Follow these rules and you'll be fine.


Character creation is simple.
Simply fill out the form below.

Biographical File
[Attach Photo Here]
Name:
Age:
Sex:

General Appearance/Physical Description:
Current Residence:

Bio/History:

Notable Skills:

Possessions at hand:





Your only TWO restrictions are as follows:
-it must be feasible for your character to exist in today's world.  No superpowers, no demons, no aliens, no fairy-drow-dragon-unicorn-vampires (half). 
-you cannot play as specific individuals who do exist....no playing as Bono or Tony Blair or Osama Bin Laden.  The only exception to this is yourself.  You may, and are actually encouraged (if you don't have an idea already) to play as yourself. 

Other than that, there are no restrictions.  Your starting location is anywhere in the world, from Alaska to Africa to New York City.  You can have whatever possessions are befitting your character, and his/her/its station, as long as they're contextually reasonable.  You can have multiple characters going at the same time if you want, as well, though I don't recommend having more than two.


Modes of Play: the World Where You Walk, and How You Choose To Walk In It
You have two choices when you first start making a character to play in Doom's Night. 
One is to create a character via the method above.
If you choose this method, you can choose the style of gaming you want to play.  You can play either on the forum or in a chatroom, depending on your preference.  You can choose to have a character that is statistically numbers heavy (Merchants of Human Lives), diceless (Firefly), or somewhere in between (Hellhounds on my Trail, Waking Up, Rusted Angels).

The illustrious and mad DarkNaginata has volunteered to contribute to this game, and he will be running his own very special introductory segment to Doom's Night, and this will be your other choice when creating your character.
Character creation will be the same, however you will be bound to a single location and some restrictions will be placed on what you can choose for your character's occupation.  I'll let DarkNaginata elaborate on the details when he is ready.


The scope of Doom's Night is worldwide.  From your starting location, you can go anywhere you choose and do anything you please, as long as your character is capable of it.  Your character may go through the entire game without running into one of the other player-characters. 
In short, you and your character are the motive force of the story, and though the world may move immensely around you, you can sit by and nothing will happen to you unless you make it happen. 


All interested parties, players, statements of interest, queries, questions, comments, heresies, don't be afraid to post in this thread.


If you are not a member of the forum and wish to participate in Doom's Night, email me at tmisha999@aol.com and let me know.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Doom's Night.

...

How many active characters at a time am I allowed.

In all seriousness, the recommended # is two (dos).

Biographical File
[I have no character sketch because I can't draw]
Name: Mr. Benjamin Harold Livingstone - EEPA IT Systems Admin
Age: 23
Sex: Male

General Appearance/Physical Description: Ben is a caucasian, shy-looking young English man, with green eyes and thick ginger hair in a pudding-basin cut. He's a little on the short side- though that's not so pronounced here in Singapore- and he's slightly overweight; his slightly pudgy belly shows up more because of his generally slender frame. He spents fluent English and Chinese.

He's normally dressed very smart and tidy, black shoes always polished, but all his shirts are boring, all his ties are straight, and he still wears his business clothing like a kid forced into his Sunday best.

He's polite, helpful, and generally very dilligent- he may be a bit of a wallflower at the office parties, but he certainly works hard.

Current Residence: Singapore, near his workplace. A small, meticulously tidy single-bedroom apartment in the city.

Bio/History:

Ben is an extremely shy and socially phobic individual and his co-workers generally don't know too much about him because of that. A couple have made the effort to find out more, and will have learned that He moved here for this job right after university, and that he seems to have some kind of family trouble back home: apparently his stepfather was a businessman who's currently in prison for tax evasion or insider trading or something, and that Ben had to work to pay his way through university because of the resulting debts. He still seems to get on well with his family, though, flying back to visit them last christmas and so forth, so he's clearly not estranged.

Most recently, he's seemed a bit distant: apparently his mother has recently been diagnosed with a serious illness, though Ben has preferred not to talk about it.

Notable Skills:

Programming
Math and math theory
Mechanical Engineering (Car, appliances...)
Electronics
Languages
Philosophy and Theology
Trivia: Anime

Possessions at hand:

He's never seen without his fancy toolbelt laden with a set of minature tools of all kinds, and several rather abnormal-looking ones used for techy purposes, such as a Cold Heat soldering tool and a bionic wrench.

He has a very nice cell phone, too, one of those ones with a little fold out keyboard you can surf the net from and store music on. And a very techy-looking watch. And you've probably seen him flash around a green laser pointer, too... he certainly has a fetish for gadgets.

DarkNaginata has already certified this character as being State of the Badass

Biographical File
[Maybe Ill be obnoxious and post a photo later]
Name: Jonathan Stokes
Age: 21
Sex: Male

General Appearance/Physical Description: A thin, gangly-looking youth with thick black hair and green-blue eyes. He's wearing glasses, and his hair is probably sticking up a little, and at any given moment he's probably adopted a dreamy, vacant look, staring off into the distance. He's slouching, and walks staring at the ground.

He's wearing tatty, worn brown trainers, brown cargo pants, a motorbike riding jacket, and a short-sleeved grey t-shirt, with a patch of a shield with the number 36 just below the shoulder.

He speaks quietly with a strong British accent, and tends to speak politely and differentially when he's wary, but it often degenerates into an excited babble when he's animated about something.

He is, without doubt, the most gorgeous and sexually attractive human being you have ever laid eyes upon. He also looks like he could crush a man's skull with a single flex of one of his biceps, and every single word he utters rings with such intelligent insight and belies such acute observation, that geniuses have been moved to tears, just by talking to him about the weather.

Current Residence: A small town in England, Norfolk.

Bio/History: Incredibly, every single detail of this persons life up to the moment the game begins is exactly identical to my own- we've even slept with the same people!- and so detailing his biographical history is unnecessary.

Notable Skills:

Average computer and technical skills; average-moderate skill with firearms, though only ones normally accessible to civilians. Can drive a scooter/motorbike just well enough not to kill himself or others, for the most part. Climbing Wall and Mountain climbing profiency at amateur level, and a childlike overenthusiasm for climbing things in general, requiring very little justification to engage in it; "line of sight to a tree" is usually sufficient.

Possessions at hand:

Wallet. Cash, various cards and ID.

Mobile phone.

MP3 player and headphones.

A rusty steak knife.

Police belt. Two radios, two police batons, a can of riot spray, two pairs of handcuffs.

Dice: 2d12.
Mode of Play: Chat

Bonuses:
+1 climbing
+2 civilian firearms
+2 towards keeping your head in extremely unusual circumstances

JOHNATHAN STOKES IS APPROVED FOR PLAY AND IS PART OF THE DOOMS NIGHT WORLD BY DECREE OF YOURS TRULY
-Machiavelli33

BIOGRAPHICAL FILE
[Attach Photo Here...later]

Name: Arcturus Nolan Quinn
Age: 32
Sex: Male

General Appearance/Physical Description: Quinn doesn't look quite right in his body. His 6'3" looks awkward with the athletic bulk he gained in the pursuit of a dream. It uncomfortably offsets his boyish good looks. His skin has tanned from several years in the southern sun, but the freckles of his origins have only darkened in accommodation. His hair was bright orange in childhood, but changed slowly into the subtle red it is today.

His eyes are blue. (His balls are too. This part is rhyming just for you.)

Current Residence: Houston, Texas.

Bio/History: Quinn always knew he wanted to be an astronaut.

With two astronomers for parents, it's no surprise. He was even named after the brightest star in the northern celestial hemisphere. As a child, all things related to space dominated his life. His parents were held in high esteem in the field of astronomy, making important discoveries about the Kupiter Belt and chaotic orbits.

He spent years schooling, earning a master's degree and working in the astronomy field so that he could apply to NASA's astronaut training program. Once accepted, he worked his hardest. He was disappointed to graduate in the middle of his class, but never gave up. Finally! After years of training and focus on this one beautiful mission, Quinn found himself orbiting the earth, staring out into the black he'd imagined from age 3.

And found it utterly lacking.

Quinn bitterly quit his job at NASA, abruptly cut communication with his loving parents and took a job teaching physics to the ungrateful undergrads at Rice University. He now spends his time pounding iron at a shady gym that claims Juan Diaz used to workout there, makin' up lectures on the spot, and playing with dirtbikes.

Notable Skills:
Physical prowess
Boxing
Powerful understanding of hard sciences
Engineering
Star-only navigation
Can hold his breath... a long time.
Scrabble

Possessions at hand:
KTM 450 XC dirt bike
06' blue Prius
PDA
Sidekick cellphone
Tablet PC
Wallet full of plastic
Stolen spacefood
Term papers begging for some gradin'.


Dice: 2d12
Mode of Play: Chat

Bonuses:
+3 strength
+3 barehanded fighting/boxing
+4 physics, astrophysics, astronomy, rocket science, and small-to-medium scale engineering
+4 scrabble

ARCTURUS QUINN IS APPROVED FOR PLAY AND IS PART OF THE DOOMS NIGHT WORLD BY DECREE OF YOURS TRULY
-Machiavelli33

[Biographical File]
{No current photo available}

Name: Nathan Bohn
Age: 23
Sex: Male

General Appearance/Physical Description: 6'1", broad shoulders, and fairly heavyset; wavy, mid-length brown hair and brown eyes. Broad facial features, wears glasses. No distinguishing physical injuries or additions.

Commonly seen wearing carpenter-style jeans, a monochromatic t-shirt in black, red, blue, or green, a pair of dilapidated brown boots, and a mechanical pocket watch on a chain connecting to his belt. Carries a ratty blue hoodie with a 2d representation of a specific chemical compound on the front. May or may not be carrying an incredibly old, green Jansport backpack.

Tends to move slowly and purposefully, almost as if he were afraid of breaking everything around him (caused by too many door handles ripped from their frames before he was even 12, and seeing the damage he did to the hood of the car that hit him once) until he becomes excited, in which case his movements become fast and erratic, with little regard for his surroundings. Actively tries to hide intelligence unless around friends.

Current Residence: South Bend, Indiana.

Bio/History: Spent the first 18 years of his life in Champaign, Illinois. Played soccer for 6 years, baseball for 4 years, basketball for 4 years, learned how to ski in a 4 month stint in Utah, and swam for 11 years. Spent many an hour while not sporting it up in friends' basements playing games of strategy.

Attended Purdue University at 18, and graduated with a BA in psychology, with a minor in philosophy, at 23. While there learned how to fence, and developed a love for racketball. Spent his summers working in various different chemistry labs at the University of Illinois.

Is currently residing with family while gearing up for another move across the country...

Notable Skills:
Speed, strength, and endurance higher then physique would indicate.
Fencing training.
BA in Psychology
Post-highschool understanding and working knowledge of biology (specifically dealing with the nervous system) and chemistry.
Obsessively memorizes anything deemed sufficiently interesting.
Strong swimmer
Not a complete idiot.

Possessions at hand:
Grey Honda Accord: In good repair, very large trunk, has a road kit with: 2 flares, towing rope, jumper cables, maglight, collapseable shovel, pipe wrench, hammer (12oz.), hatchet, and screwdriver set.
Family residence: currently has all worldly goods (books, music, movies, a few bits of furniture, and a desktop computer) in his family's house and as such has access to most any commonly available household item.
Wallet: contains a little bit of money, a credit card, and Indiana driver's license.
Cell phone: It's a piece of shit.
Lighters: I collect and trick out lighters that people leave lying around. Usually have 2+ on my person, just for something to fiddle with.

Dice: 2d12
Mode of Play: Chat

Bonuses:
+2 fencing
+1 swimming
+2 overall strength and endurance
+3 complex memorization
+2 advanced biology, chemistry and psychology

NATHAN BOHN IS APPROVED FOR PLAY AND IS PART OF THE DOOMS NIGHT WORLD BY DECREE OF YOURS TRULY
-Machiavelli33

DOOM’s NIGHT SINGAPORE
GM DarkNaginata

INTRO
(Note: my friend from Singapore helped translate this into a Singlish dialect. No player from Singapore is required to talk like this)

Chan Yee Qing, Senior CEO of the powerful Aon Corporation of Singapore, looks bored as he leans his wrinkled brow against the tinted glass of his car, staring at the massed faces of all races of people, Malay, Indian, Chinese, even a few white people, clogging the street in front of his limo in the hubbub of the night time avenue. He continues to talk through his mobile phone speaker, plugged into the back seat of his limousine.

“No. Seriouslee, Lim Xiu. Don’ ac’ like American. Unnecessaree ris’-tékin’ iz wha destroy’ American companees. Sell de one hundre’ share’ in Dow Industrial. We ar’ international and our competitor’ invest same fund’ greedilee and cowardlee like dis. Invest izi? No, sell! Lim Xiu! It is alreadee a bad idea…your bad idea!”

Chan Yee clicks off the mobile phone speaker for a moment, sliding the front seat window open to speak with his Malay chauffeur.

“Musa, have you evae see so manee disgustin’ stree’-wa’kaes? An’ de police, dey jus’ stan’ dere…dey shoul’ be beatin’ dose peepl… Wha’ is de govaement doin’? …turn here, ték-a show’cut aroun’ dat Ho’kae Centae, can?”

Chan Yee stares through the window at a panicked crowd, sets of people running, fighting, kicking each other. He immediately flinches away from the window, taken aback by a cooked fish head hitting the window, and sliding down, leaving a trail of unidentifiable red sauce.

“Riot izi!? How can dere be riot? In Ho’kae Centae? Musa, you kno’ dis? I canno’  see…Wha’ are dey protestin? Where are police ah? I can see nosing but food trow at my car! Dey will definitelee be cane’ to dea’! Ge’ aroun’, can? Dis is veree disgustin’…dose headless duc’ and frog’ are dentin’ de car! Dose terrorists mus’ be trowin’ dem from roof. Turn the wipae on, and call police ah. An’ go to that alley tru that melon booth.”

“Such a terrible day” Chan Yee says, sighing, adjusting his glasses. He clicks on the speaker again.

“Lim Xiu, thank you fo’ investin’ dis bullet-proof auto. Dere’s a food figh’ in Ho’kae Centae…eh, eh, wastin’ all kin’  of food, dentin’ my car, and screamin’ like crazee. Wha’ iz happenin’ to dis countree? By de way, Lim Xiu Dis afternoon, we drove by one of dose revoltin’ pubs and I saw you’ kid sistae sittin’ flirtin’ with delinquen’. You know wha’ she was doin’? Chewin’ gum, smokin’, and she was dressin’ like a hookae!  How can you le’  that kid wondae in the stree’ and hang aroun’ wit’ dose trash peopl’? She iz like carin’ the toile’ wherevae she go. Harmless, izi!? You do kno’ she is brékin’ law out in public. We do have reputation, you kno’! And your moder saw too, you shoul’ have seen how she look…”

The limousine crushes the melon stand, with no protest from the absent vendor. Chan Yee stares out the back window hard for a moment, squinting, then starts breaking out in laughter. Tears stream from his wrinkled eyes…

“Hahaha! No, Lim Xiu! No I thin’ your sistae is…hahaha…revoltin’! Righ’ now I jus’ saw a terrible scene…EHEH,HEH,HEH,HEH…some idiot, or genius maybe, dump a whole dumptruck of flammin’ red satay, green fried noodles and kwei teow HAHAHEHHEH…yea, yea, I’m tryin’ to calm down… but de demonstratae…HEEHEE…maybe dose stupid protestaes are again’ the war, all squigglin’ in noodle’…dey are evereewhere in the stree’, even in de alley here…dey look like dey are dyin’, all screamin’ for stoppin’ war…Wa! So manee actaes! Aiyae they ar