Rapture was envisioned by the Randian business magnate Andrew Ryan, who wanted to create a state to escape increasingly oppressive political, economic, and religious authority on land. The city was secretly built in 1946 on a mid-Atlantic seabed, utilizing submarine volcanoes to provide geothermal power. Scientific progress flourished in Rapture leading to rapid developments in engineering and biotechnology thanks in part to the brilliant scientists that Ryan brought to the city. One such advancement was ADAM, stem cells harvested from a previously unknown species of sea slug, which were discovered to have the ability to rewrite the human genome. In cooperation with businessman and mobster Frank Fontaine, they created the plasmid industry, in which customers could enhance their bodies with superhuman qualities. They found that ADAM could be mass-produced by implanting the slugs in the stomachs of young girls ("Little Sisters"), whom they took from orphanages.

As time passed, the gap between rich and poor increased. Frank Fontaine established charity organizations to support the underclass. Ironically, his motives were far from benign; his ultimate goal was to use his charity organizations to manipulate the underclass. He also established a smuggling operation to supply citizens with forbidden items from the surface, such as religious material. These, along with his control of the plasmid industry, made him immensely powerful. He tried to overthrow Ryan, but the revolt was violently crushed and Fontaine was killed. Ryan seized control of Fontaine's plasmid business. A new figure named Atlas rose as the leader of the lower class. On New Year's Eve of 1959, Atlas and his ADAM-infused followers began a new revolt that spread throughout Rapture. Ryan in turn began splicing his own forces, and his paranoia had reached such a level he was hanging dozens of people, mostly innocent, in Rapture's main square. In order to solve ADAM shortages, the Little Sisters were mentally conditioned to wander the city and extract ADAM from the dead, recycling it into raw ADAM in their bellies after swallowing it. "Big Daddies", enhanced and mentally sterilized humans in armored diving suits, were created by Dr. Suchong, the scientist behind many plasmids, to protect the Little Sisters in their work.

A drawback of ADAM is that a user must take regular infusions of EVE, the driving force behind plasmids, or suffer mental and physical degeneration. As the war disrupted production and supply, nearly every ADAM user in the city eventually went violently insane. The year is 1960, and only a handful of non-mutated humans survive in barricaded hideouts. Now... how will you survive Rapture?

List of Plasmids (To help with profiles):
- Electrobolt: Sends a bolt of energy to electrocute your opponant
- Cyclone Trap: Spawns a mini-tornado, causing havok to everything around
- Target Dummy: Creates a hologram that distracts others, giving you a chance to escape
- Hypnotize Big Daddy: (Temporarily) Hypnotize a Big Daddy to protect you as if you were a little sister
- Enrage: Makes any organic being go into a beserk fit, attacking everything near
- Security Bullseye: Makes offensive security systems attack whatever was hit by this blue globule
- Winter Blast: Freezes anything, allowing you to shatter it with the lightest of blows
- Incerate: Summon a blast of fire at your fingertips
- Telekinesis: Move, pick up, or throw things with your mind
- Insect Swarm: Hatch a hive of angry wasps from the veins in your arms

Profiles:


Jericho Westin
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Weapons(Max Three): Shotgun, Tommy gun, Revolver
Plasmids(Max Three, optional): Insect Swarm, Telekinesis, Electrobolt
Bio: Jericho was born in Australia, but once Rapture was constructed, his parents, who happened to be scientists, were invited by Andrew to join the now growing population of Rapture. He witnessed most of the conflict of the revolution at a young age, so he's somewhat of a battle hardened person, though to survive in Rapture, who isn't?


Angel Leanne Markus
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Weapons(Max Three): Rifle, Single-Shot pistol, katana
Plasmids(Max Three): Winter Blast, Enrage, Target Dummy
Bio: Angel was born to parents who were always on the move. They didn't have time for her, so they left her in a grocery store while shopping one day with twenty dollars in her back pocket. She's traveled almost everywhere, never living in one permanent place. Now, she's in Rapture, and she can't seem to get out.

Angel Leanne Markus
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Weapons(Max Three): Rifle, Single-Shot pistol, katana
Plasmids(Max Three): Winter Blast, Enrage, Target Dummy
Bio: Angel was born to parents who were always on the move. They didn't have time for her, so they left her in a grocery store while shopping one day with twenty dollars in her back pocket. She's traveled almost everywhere, never living in one permanent place. Now, she's in Rapture, and she can't seem to get out.

((Accepted, as always.))
Jericho grimmaced a bit as he turned over the corpse of a splicer who's head he had just bashed in with the butt of his shotgun. Looting corpses was pretty much his occupation now. Not like he needed a job in this dystopia. He was one of the few normal survivors, and the others hadn't exactly banded together or anything.

Angel was hidden inside a hidden closet upstairs in the building that Jericho was in. She had heard gunshots and hid, and now was holding her breath as she watched him turn over bodies. If he found her, she was scared he would kill her as well. She took a step back, knocking something over that made a loud thud. She gasped, biting her lower lip.

Jericho's head shot up and his hand went infront of him, vein-like glowing lights reverberating through his hand. "I know you're out there...."

Angel stayed quiet, looking through a small crack between the doors of the hidden closet.

Jericho began backing up a little. "If you don't come out, I'll come find you...." He said. The clanking of a splicer trying to break through one of the doors could be heard.
((Don't send her out yet, preferably.))

Angel closed her eyes, not coming out. If she did, he would probably kill her anyways.

"Shit...." He said, sighing as he dropped the corpse and ran up the stairs, climbing into the closet, not noticing Angel.

Angel grunted, falling onto her knees, looking up at Jericho in fright.

"S-sh*t!" Jericho said softly, jumping and pulling out his revolver but not firing.

Angel's arm flew over her face in a reflexive action, gasping again, "P-please... Don't kill me..." she whispered.

Jericho looked down at her. She was... cowering? That was something new. And not threatening. He put away his revolver and sank down to the floor with her, pressing himself into the back of the closet. He put his hand over her mouth as the splicers broke into the room.

Angel stayed silent, trembling. She took deep breaths, trying to stay calm.

"Hey, Richie, I think I smell some ADAM." One splicer said, approaching the closet. Jericho pulled out his shotgun, slowly taking his hand off of Angel's lips.