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| [[File:overseer2.png]]<h3>'''The Overseer'''</h3> | | [[File:overseer2.png]]<h3>'''The Overseer'''</h3> | ||
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− | | Once a shifty accountant with a reputation for embezzling, The Overseer is now | + | | Once a shifty accountant with a reputation for embezzling, The Overseer is now the reclusive and enigmatic but ever present mayor of the historic city of Redscliff. It is rumoured that he is the fattest man to have ever existed. |
| The Overseer is COMPLETELY IMMOBILE. He relies on his goons and his cameras to see and achieve things throughout the bunker. Double-crossing him is a bad idea, considering that he likely has bluemail on you. | | The Overseer is COMPLETELY IMMOBILE. He relies on his goons and his cameras to see and achieve things throughout the bunker. Double-crossing him is a bad idea, considering that he likely has bluemail on you. | ||
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| You're one of the Overseer's loyal goons, tasked with acting as his hands throughout the city. Twisting arms, planting bugs, trailing people and beating those too stupid to listen to instructions will occupy most of your shifts. | | You're one of the Overseer's loyal goons, tasked with acting as his hands throughout the city. Twisting arms, planting bugs, trailing people and beating those too stupid to listen to instructions will occupy most of your shifts. | ||
| Travel in groups. Four arms is always stronger than two. | | Travel in groups. Four arms is always stronger than two. | ||
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+ | | [[File:sycophant.png]]<h3>'''The Sycophant'''</h3> | ||
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+ | | You're a true believer in the mayor's grand vision for the city of Redcliffe. You've been hired on as his personal assistant, cleaner, cook, secretary, bodyguard and yes-man. He is a wise and great man. You can't think of much you wouldn't do for him. | ||
+ | | You are The Overseer's personal assistant, listener and friend (maybe). You don't have any inherent authority over his henchmen. | ||
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| [[File:fuckoffboys.png]]<h3>'''The Fuckoff Boys'''</h3> | | [[File:fuckoffboys.png]]<h3>'''The Fuckoff Boys'''</h3> | ||
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| colspan="4" style="color: #333; padding:2px; padding-left: 50px; background: #bbaaaa; border-left: 1px solid #bbb; border:3px solid #ddd;text-align: center;" | [[File:portzee.png]] '''Portzeeans''' - Roles exclusive to the Trade Municipality of Portzee, the dying port town nestled in the Greater Redbourne Coast. | | colspan="4" style="color: #333; padding:2px; padding-left: 50px; background: #bbaaaa; border-left: 1px solid #bbb; border:3px solid #ddd;text-align: center;" | [[File:portzee.png]] '''Portzeeans''' - Roles exclusive to the Trade Municipality of Portzee, the dying port town nestled in the Greater Redbourne Coast. | ||
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− | | [[File:commandant.png]]<h3>'''Commandant'''</h3> | + | | [[File:commandant.png]]<h3>'''The Commandant'''</h3> |
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| Obsessed with old world militaria, the Commandant of Portzee demands nothing more than respect and for the masses to finance his lifestyle. It might not be a real title, but you'd do wise not to bring that up to him. | | Obsessed with old world militaria, the Commandant of Portzee demands nothing more than respect and for the masses to finance his lifestyle. It might not be a real title, but you'd do wise not to bring that up to him. | ||
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| You're one of the Commandant and Consort's pride and joy. You're a spoiled brat with far too much power, although you're a weak child with little ability to exercise it. | | You're one of the Commandant and Consort's pride and joy. You're a spoiled brat with far too much power, although you're a weak child with little ability to exercise it. | ||
| Try to abuse your parents goodwill to get what you want. They have plenty to share. | | Try to abuse your parents goodwill to get what you want. They have plenty to share. | ||
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+ | | [[File:servant.png]]<h3>'''Servant'''</h3> | ||
+ | | 1 | ||
+ | | Formerly a prisoner from THE CAPITAL, you found your freedom in indentured servitude for a kindly Gulean family in a town you've never heard of. Try to make something nice of it. | ||
+ | | The Commandant is very kind. Thank The Commandant for the privilege of freedom. | ||
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| [[File:stabb.png]]<h3>'''Stabb Alley Gang'''</h3> | | [[File:stabb.png]]<h3>'''Stabb Alley Gang'''</h3> | ||
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| A Bureaucrat from back West, sent to this backwater to assure it doesn't become a den of separatists, occasionally reporting back to senior Advocatii in THE CAPITAL. The Redistani Civil War makes mistakes unacceptable. Do not be afraid to be cruel. Glory to Redistan. | | A Bureaucrat from back West, sent to this backwater to assure it doesn't become a den of separatists, occasionally reporting back to senior Advocatii in THE CAPITAL. The Redistani Civil War makes mistakes unacceptable. Do not be afraid to be cruel. Glory to Redistan. | ||
− | | You have | + | | You have total authority over the checkpoint, your men and nothing more. |
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| [[File:boothstatue.png]]<h3>'''[[AAM|Inspector]]'''</h3> | | [[File:boothstatue.png]]<h3>'''[[AAM|Inspector]]'''</h3> | ||
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| Giddy volunteers to the A.A.M., encouraged to keep their full attention through the retroactive punishment of their family. Some inspectors are in it for the Patriotism of keeping their country safe from those disgusting Separatists. Others just like to see the look on a child's face as they bar them from getting medical attention inside the bunker. Glory to Redistan. | | Giddy volunteers to the A.A.M., encouraged to keep their full attention through the retroactive punishment of their family. Some inspectors are in it for the Patriotism of keeping their country safe from those disgusting Separatists. Others just like to see the look on a child's face as they bar them from getting medical attention inside the bunker. Glory to Redistan. | ||
− | | Your Advocatus is likely unhappy over their assignment to such a | + | | Your Advocatus is likely unhappy over their assignment to such a diminutive town. Corruption is widespread this far East for a reason. Use that to your advantage. |
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| [[File:borderguard.png]]<h3>'''[[AAM|Watchdog]]'''</h3> | | [[File:borderguard.png]]<h3>'''[[AAM|Watchdog]]'''</h3> | ||
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− | | A grunt of the Gatewatch. Although you may often be made to keep in shape with drills or mop up the floors around the checkpoint, you have plenty of downtime too. If only you got a comfy chair to sit in as well... | + | | A grunt of the so-called Gatewatch. Although you may often be made to keep in shape with drills or mop up the floors around the checkpoint, you have plenty of downtime too. If only you got a comfy chair to sit in as well... |
| Abandoning your post is liable to get you discharged. Be sure to remind the line with the megaphones what restrictions are in place. | | Abandoning your post is liable to get you discharged. Be sure to remind the line with the megaphones what restrictions are in place. | ||
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+ | | [[File:postmaster.png]]<h3>'''The Postmaster'''</h3> | ||
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+ | | A local representative of the National Postal Service and head of the local Post Office, responsible for processing and distributing packages for transit through the checkpoint. | ||
+ | | Although the Postal Service now falls under the authority of the A.A.M., they do not respect or like you and barely even tolerate you. Expect no favours from the Advocatus. | ||
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+ | | [[File:courier.png]]<h3>'''Courier'''</h3> | ||
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+ | | You're the Postmaster's loyal assistant, doing whatever they need done and delivering packages whenever they show up. You've got a radio to keep in contact. | ||
+ | | You're not him. If you get shot in the head, you'll probably just get mugged and left to die in an alleyway. | ||
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| colspan="4" style="color: #333; padding:2px; padding-left: 50px; background: #bbaaaa; border-left: 1px solid #ddd; border:3px sloid #ddd;text-align: center;" | [[File:pkudant.png]] '''The Peacekeepers''' - KEEP THE PEACE, DAMNIT!!! | | colspan="4" style="color: #333; padding:2px; padding-left: 50px; background: #bbaaaa; border-left: 1px solid #ddd; border:3px sloid #ddd;text-align: center;" | [[File:pkudant.png]] '''The Peacekeepers''' - KEEP THE PEACE, DAMNIT!!! | ||
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− | | [[File:headguard.png]]<h3>[[Peace Corps| | + | | [[File:headguard.png]]<h3>[[Peace Corps|The Sergeant]]</h3> |
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| A sergeant, with a small squad of disorganised but (usually) loyal troops at your disposal. Coordinate your Cadets and Peacekeepers well. Your equipment may be outdated, but it is plentiful. A weak sergeant makes for a weak squad. | | A sergeant, with a small squad of disorganised but (usually) loyal troops at your disposal. Coordinate your Cadets and Peacekeepers well. Your equipment may be outdated, but it is plentiful. A weak sergeant makes for a weak squad. | ||
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| You might be schlubby, you might be unfit, but you're here and that's all that really counts. Your main jobs are going to be pest control and abusing what little power you have. You can always make up any charge you like, it's not like whoever you're accusing has a book of laws. Maybe if you suck up enough, the Head Peacekeeper will bother with outfitting you with some nicer gear or perhaps you'll even get that promotion you've been pining for. Make sure to follow his words to a T. | | You might be schlubby, you might be unfit, but you're here and that's all that really counts. Your main jobs are going to be pest control and abusing what little power you have. You can always make up any charge you like, it's not like whoever you're accusing has a book of laws. Maybe if you suck up enough, the Head Peacekeeper will bother with outfitting you with some nicer gear or perhaps you'll even get that promotion you've been pining for. Make sure to follow his words to a T. | ||
| Be glad you're not back West, fighting Separatists on the front lines. | | Be glad you're not back West, fighting Separatists on the front lines. | ||
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+ | | [[File:dispatcher.png]]<h3>[[Peace Corps|Dispatcher]]</h3> | ||
+ | | 1 | ||
+ | | You're the local Corps' dispatcher! You man the front desk in the Precinct, take 54-46 calls and direct Peacekeepers to where they need to go. | ||
+ | | This is a roleplay heavy role and you'll typically spend a shift shooting the shit with the other Peacekeepers over the radio. If you don't like talking, find another role. | ||
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| [[File:robloxmanface.png]]<h3>[[Peace Corps|Cadet]]</h3> | | [[File:robloxmanface.png]]<h3>[[Peace Corps|Cadet]]</h3> | ||
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| You're the fattest fuck in all of the bunker. You won ownership of a factory here in a backroom game and it's turning you a tidy profit. Your Foreman will typically have the factory under control, so feel free to go commiserate with your fellow fatass gules. Always have food at hand. It's always time for a Cheeseburger. | | You're the fattest fuck in all of the bunker. You won ownership of a factory here in a backroom game and it's turning you a tidy profit. Your Foreman will typically have the factory under control, so feel free to go commiserate with your fellow fatass gules. Always have food at hand. It's always time for a Cheeseburger. | ||
| NO ONE FUCKS WITH MR. REDZ. | | NO ONE FUCKS WITH MR. REDZ. | ||
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+ | | [[File:redzbodyguard.png]]<h3>'''Redz' Bodyguard'''</h3> | ||
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+ | | You're Mr. Redz's Bodyguard. Your job is to guard Mr. Redz. With your body. | ||
+ | | Don't let anyone fuck with Mr. Redz. | ||
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| [[File:foreman.png]]<h3>'''Foreman'''</h3> | | [[File:foreman.png]]<h3>'''Foreman'''</h3> | ||
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| You bring some of that Spaghetto 'charm' to the bunker, running a Post-Italian Bottega, a general corner store selling a little bit of everything. | | You bring some of that Spaghetto 'charm' to the bunker, running a Post-Italian Bottega, a general corner store selling a little bit of everything. | ||
− | | You've got a price gun. It | + | | You've got a price gun. It lets you scan them on your receipt machine to easily calculate prices. Don't be afraid to mark up, convenience is worth a lot. |
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+ | | [[File:radiohost.png]]<h3>'''Radio Host'''</h3> | ||
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+ | | You run the local 'talk-show' radio station, blasting anything and everything over the airwaves: live call-in radio, radio plays and novellas, news from far off cities, live discussions and more! You name it - 104.6FM's got it. | ||
+ | | This is an extremely roleplay heavy role. The only limit is your imagination. Your round on the radio is logged and stored in a Discord channel for later viewing! | ||
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+ | | [[File:columnist.png]]<h3>'''Columnist'''</h3> | ||
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+ | | You're a local print journalist, writing and distributing newspapers on the happenings around town or beyond. No one ever said the news had to be local, topical or even real. | ||
+ | | You don't have to confine yourself to local news if you don't want to, make something fun up happening in other parts of the nation! Newspapers are stored in a Discord channel for later reading! | ||
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− | | [[File: | + | | [[File:paperboy.png]]<h3>'''Paperboy'''</h3> |
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− | | | + | | You're a typical paperboy, a little kid with a bag full of papers and a head full of self-serving delusions of a picturesque future in journalism. Help the Columnist do whatever it is they're needing you to do. You might be a kid, but you can't be picky about journalists these days. |
− | | | + | | Some rounds you'll be hawking papers to passers-by, other rounds you might be investigating leads or even writing papers yourself! Listen to the Columnist, they're the REAL journalist. |
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| Kicked out of the Practitioner's League for reasons that were NOT YOUR FAULT, you service the slums. There's a good living in being a mafia doctor. | | Kicked out of the Practitioner's League for reasons that were NOT YOUR FAULT, you service the slums. There's a good living in being a mafia doctor. | ||
| This is hardcore Practitioner. You will struggle for supplies. Practitioners who think they can come on your turf need to be taught a lesson. | | This is hardcore Practitioner. You will struggle for supplies. Practitioners who think they can come on your turf need to be taught a lesson. | ||
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+ | | [[File:pawnbroker.png]]<h3>'''Pawnbroker'''</h3> | ||
+ | | 1 | ||
+ | | A dealer in things people won't need anymore and a specialist in putting people in literally crippling debt, you run a little pawnshop on the not-so-nice side of town. You've let a strange person operate a meat cannery out of your backroom. Make sure they give you the junk they find. | ||
+ | | You start with a LOT of money and a list of debtors. Couldn't hurt to loan some money out, surely the mafia will help you collect interest? Don't forget to take some collateral. | ||
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| [[File:undertaker.png]]<h3>'''Undertaker'''</h3> | | [[File:undertaker.png]]<h3>'''Undertaker'''</h3> |
Revision as of 22:35, 15 December 2024
Contents
- 1 Redistan, my Beloved
- 2 Proud Redistanis
- 2.1 The Overseer
- 2.2 The Underlooker
- 2.3 The Henchmen
- 2.4 The Sycophant
- 2.5 The Fuckoff Boys
- 2.6 The Commandant
- 2.7 Consort
- 2.8 Scion
- 2.9 Servant
- 2.10 Stabb Alley Gang
- 2.11 Advocatus
- 2.12 Inspector
- 2.13 Watchdog
- 2.14 The Postmaster
- 2.15 Courier
- 2.16 The Sergeant
- 2.17 Peacekeeper
- 2.18 Dispatcher
- 2.19 Cadet
- 2.20 Scab
- 2.21 Head Practitioner
- 2.22 Practitioner
- 2.23 Apprentice
- 2.24 Chemist
- 2.25 Commissariat
- 2.26 Crate Pusher
- 2.27 Cargo Kid
- 2.28 Mr. Redz
- 2.29 Redz' Bodyguard
- 2.30 Foreman
- 2.31 Factory Worker
- 2.32 Child Worker
- 2.33 Cook
- 2.34 Assistant Cook
- 2.35 Janitor
- 2.36 Mullen
- 2.37 Barber
- 2.38 Haberdasher
- 2.39 Proprietor
- 2.40 Radio Host
- 2.41 Columnist
- 2.42 Paperboy
- 2.43 Caporegime
- 2.44 Consulente
- 2.45 Vinny
- 2.46 Soldato
- 2.47 Mafioso
- 2.48 Bocconcino
- 2.49 Quack
- 2.50 Pawnbroker
- 2.51 Undertaker
- 2.52 Wildcard
Redistan, my Beloved
Interstation 12: Reborn is the roleplay focused IS12 codebase, with a noir black comedy atmosphere. Set in a Redistani bunker decades after the 'eternal' Redistani-Blusnian war ended, Reborn focuses more on player agency to develop the world and characterization rather than strictly sticking to 50000 word lore articles. That being said, thanks to the three years of development, it can make it a little daunting to jump in as a new player. Click here for a comprehensive document detailing what you should already know as a proud Redistani.
Proud Redistanis
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