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RE: Palace Caprae (Sburblike RP)
03-12-2013, 04:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-14-2013, 04:22 PM by Zerovirus.)
Oh hey this thread is up finally? Awesome.
Anyways yup I'm in, I've been hyped up for this for a while. Probably going to make a character who lived in a geothermal reactor (probably without permission) that powered an entire planned city.
(Well, either that or someone who started the game up in a bar. Oceans of alcohol would be /interesting/.)
E: Okay apparently since we already have a character who likes hiding in places without permission I might as well do something totally different.
Character profile in spoilers below.
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SpoilerJonas Bentham Jr. (online handle Culture-Scorch), age 20, is rich. Filthy rich. The kind of rich that you can smell with your /eyeballs/, that's how rich he is. Rich enough to buy a small island and declare himself the dictator of a small island nation, or bribe half of any government he wants into obeying his every command, or build a death ray on the moon...
...Or engineer and build a theoretical geothermal power plant with a planned city around it, instead of all those other ghastly things.
You see, Mr. Bentham Jr. had no intention of hoarding his money or fighting tooth and nail with other corporations for even more money to hoard- unlike his father, Jonas Bentham Sr., CEO of a wildly successful weapons manufacturing company which was responsible in its heyday for provoking quite a few little skirmishes and ethnic cleansings to make an extra buck or billion.
Jonas, naturally, loathed his father in every way. After Bentham Sr. died, Jonas decided that wasting all of his newly inherited capital on a venture to revolutionize and provide renewable energy to the world at no personal profit was both a good way of redeeming the Bentham name /and/ a good way to snub his father's ghost from beyond the grave. And it worked, too- the planned city of Vesuvius is absolutely /thriving/, run by a team of engineers and experts of administration of all kinds, paid with the excess energy produced by the geothermal plant that could be exported to the ever energy-hungry outside world.
Yes, everything was going great in Jonas Bentham Jr.'s life. Nothing to worry about, no ruthless father driving him to succeed in the mathematics and statistics he oh so loathed. Just chatting online with friends, reading the latest critique of altruist ethics and scoffing, and playing the occasional virtual-reality video game in a while.
Say, there's that one game that he was really hyped for, wasn't there? Palace of Caprice, or something?
