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Torn Fate
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The following is a roleplay designed with no real set storyline. Please read ALL following information. I ask that you consider carefully before joining. Posts here should be of a decent length and contain productive story and descriptive writing. Do not spam and i ask that members wishing to join post a small profile within the thread before making a post. If you wish to join please be sure that you intend to stay active!!
Before i post the storyline background for the roleplay i would like to say that although the story is set in the future, weapons, buildings and transport are extremely basic. More so than we have in the world today so cars, phones, computers, etc, will not be around during the story, neither would any of the characters really understand what they were, with the exception of the humans/desert people having slightly more technology than the other races.
During a world war in the year 3006 many people and parts of the world were destroyed by technological electronic bombs which destroyed technology as the human race knew it. All seemed to be ended until 300 survivors from underground bunkers across the world were released from the safe-prisons they had been sealed in for several years. During the following months (Now 3013) anarchy broke loose and the last remaining humans split into five seperate clans who later became known as: (Members wishing to join must roleplay as one of the following races in order to join the rp)
The air walkers: A race of humans who moved into the mountains and slowly became adapted to the cold weathers and evolved over the next 1000 years and had slowly grown wings. Now able to fly through the air this race rules the world from air. The ability to fly means that this race can easily abduct prey from the air and carry it off to high cliffs. The air walkers worship a diety which they believe controls all of the skies in which they fly. They believe that snow, thunder and rain all come from their God.
The hunters: A race of humans who stayed level on the earth and moved to the forests. Over the next 1000 years they adapted to the ground and grew paw like feet and hands which held large claws made for hunting and tree climbing. Their speed and sight on land is extremely high and they are able to hunt any creature during dark hours. The hunters are a lot like werewolves, able to switch between a human and beast form to appear almost like the human race.
Water dwellers: A race of humans who moved out to sea and over the next 1000 years developed gills and webbed feet for moving quickly and swiftly through water. They are able to move onto land and appear almost human when their features are hidden. All water dwellers have a small tattoo on the backs of their necks which contain runes to enter the temples. The water people believe the world to be watched over by a Goddess of the sea. They believe that ths storms that plague the seas are caused by the anger of their Goddess.
Human race: The only race to have not visually evolved over time. Their skin adapted to heat over the next 1000 years and they now reside in the desert where they live as humans once did. The human race are more developed with technology than the other four races and have created wind powered transport cars, with sails, to cross the desert with ease and also have access to a very small amount of basic firearms through years of salvaging. They worship a God that they believe creates thunder to water the deserts and sustain them.
Earth crawlers: This race crawled into caves after the human race split. Their eyes adjusted to the dark and their skin to the coolness of the earth. Their teeth and nails soon became sharp from weaving tunnels deep into the earth. This race can not take sunlight anymore and are only spotted above ground after dark. Over years the earth crawlers have dgu a labrynth of tunnels which are almost impossible to escape once you have been dragged deep within.
Now in the year 4013 a prophecy approaches and the races, the ancestors to the survivors, are oblivious to the up-coming events that will take place to tear the earth apart if it can not be stopped. It is up to intelligent members of the races to discover this prophecy and join in an attempt to force the world together once again....
All members wishing to join must post with a profile containing the following information.
Name:
Age: (Characters must be of a believable age. Although humans have evolved their lifespan is still the same length as a normal numan being)
Gender:
Race: (characters must be one of the five races listed above)
Weapons:
Appearance:
Brief Biography:
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My Biography
Name: Kaeria
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Water Dweller
Weapons: Twin sai (the daggers that electra uses) which are strapped to a sheath belt around her waist and a large cross bow which hangs across her back.
Appearance: Kaeria stands around 5'10 with raven black hair which falls not far below her shoulders. Her Hair is braided with colourful blue threads to match the sparking blue of her eyes. Her attire consists of black skin tight three quater length trousers (made from the same kind of material wet suits are) and a black matching top cut just below her breast to leave her tummy out on show. Up her back and across the back of her neck Kaeria has her clans black tattoos, etched into her skin using natural dyes when she was still small, but is currently the last remaining member of her clan.
Brief Biography: Kaeria grew up with her grandmother after her mother died during childbirth. Kaeria had no clan siblings and her father had already left the clan to sire new clans across the oceans (as was customary for the male members of most water dweller clans). Kaeria's grandmother taught Kaeria how to fish, hunt, salvage from underwater and to often leave sacrifice at the water temples beneath the ocean for the water Goddess 'Wave'. After Kaeria's grandmother passed through old age and Kaeria gave her body back to the waters she inherited the small boat on which her clan had lived and sought to travel until she found her clan mate.
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She steadied her breathing, her chest rising and falling steadily, her pupils narrowed to slits as she concerntrated her view down the length of the bolt. Small bugs chirped loudly all around her and the quiet thud through the leaves of the forest echoed around the clearing as it moved towards the lake, the silver glinting around its neck. She took one last deep breath and let it out slowly pulling the trigger as the air left her chest. The bolt flew through the trees, tearing through leaves until finally it struck.
A deafening roar filled the trees as the bolt lodged itself among the fur on the shoulder of a hunter. "Driad!!", Kaeria cursed a little too loud and the Hunters head jerked in her direction, he had spotted her. She had only a few moments to sling her crossbow into place on her back and turn to scramble away before the creature came crashing through the trees behind her, hot on her heels.
She pulled her Sai from their sheath as she ran, her feet pounding on the floor, the sai wouldn't be fantastic against a hunters claws but she'd rather have those than her bare hands. Kaeria's mind flew quickly to the pain on her leg as a low branch tore across the skin but soon darted back to her head. The path ahead of her looked different, this wasn't the way she had come, she was lost...
The hunter behind her was getting closer, almost upon her. The trees around the area begun to thin out, and the ground beneath Kaeria's feet became more moist, the smell of sea water was being carried inwards from the sea.
Kaeria struggled to slow quickly, stumbling a little as she did so. The cliff edge had come into view and she had stopped only a few meters short of it falling onto her knees to stop herself from going right over. She leapt back onto her feet and spun around, her sai held high ready to face the furious hunter.
He must have seen the cliff a little before Kaeria had for he slowed down to a stop a short distance from Kaeria and bent down onto the floor. Kaeria watched him with her eyes transfixed as he groaned in pain until the fur that had once covered his body had now disappeared replaced by human skin. He stood straight and pulled a dagger from a sheath on his hip - the only thing he was wearing.
"Little girls should never play with stray dogs, they never know when the dog might bite!" The Man looked around his mid twenties, 'old enough to have sired at least two clans' Kaeria thought to herself. His hair in his human form was the exact same color as his fur, slate gray with flecks of brown all over.
Kaeria leapt at the guy before he had the chance to attack her. She brought her sai down from above and he blocked her blows with his dagger one after another. For a man with only one small dagger he fought very well. Kaeria had managed to keep the fight going her way until the hunter caught her face with a blow from his fist.
Feeling slightly dizzied she fell to the floor only to be hoisted up again by her neck. Her breath caught and she coughed struggling to gasp for air as the hunter changed back into his beast form and walked towards the cliff. "Your going to regret that arrow shot", he growled in a deep throaty voice as he held her out above the water.
Siezing her last chance Kaeria snatched at the pendant around his neck and slashed down his chest with the sai in her right hand. Kaeria heard the deafening roar of the hunter for only a few moments before she crashed into the water below. Her gills struggled to take in as much oxygen from the water as she could manage as her muscles started to relax and ease with the familiarity of the cold sea water around her. |
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America: 250 million wankers living in a country with no word for wanker - Clarkson.
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Name: The Priest
Age: Unknown
Race: Human
Weapons: A single Peacemaker revolver.
Appearance: Attire consists to that of a priest. Long black duster, dark shirt with turned over collar, and tight black pants which are neatly tucked into his diamoned shaped boots. The black damaged flat-crowned hat further adds to his enigmatic look. Carries three gunbelts which hug his waist perfectly.
Brief Biography: Not much is known except for his name and the fact that hes as quick with his pistol as he is with his temper. Will work for food, money, or ammunition.
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"I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it/And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it/I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't b_REaTh_e without me"
Last edited by Ave Cielo : 07.14.06 at 02:07:46.
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Name: Kaosu
Age: 17
Gender: male
Race: Earth Dweller
Weapons: He wields a long bow with a quiver. The arrows are incased with a metal arrow head at the end of its top. The rest is made of wood in which he obtained at dark. He wields a six foot long sword that is approximately two feet in width. The handle is made of the same metal as the sword wrapped in a smooth mixture of leather and cloth.
The sword looks like a regular katana except the dull side of the blade is completely straight and not bent. The front of only bent at the top with a sharp tip at the top. The top has a half moon in it nearly a foot from the top only doing six inches in to the sword.
Appearance: He stands at five foot and six inches with a very small build. His body being small from all the climbings and diggings of his life as well as no food for he would have to scavenger it at night. He wears very light amount of clothes to make his transportation underground easier. He wears black trousers that cover his waist down with nothing spectacular on them. He wore no shirt, but tattoos all around his upper body each one showing his own style or what he went through. His face held many piercings each to show what his tribe did. His hair was went down to his shoulders a pitch black. It held braids in it all around held by metal rings.
Brief Biography: Kaosu was born in the ruins of an old temple. His family had left him there saying he was born of the demon gods. He showed the features of him. His parents and people of the tribe put tattoos all over his body as he was young and then left him there to rot. He was picked up by a local clan and raised till he was 17 at a very different family. They were not religious nor active in anything but surviving. He only knew how to survive. |
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Kaosu rose up out of the ground as it hard turned night finally. He looked up as he pressed his hands against the hard earth. He had been in the thickest parts of the Earth. The only thing that was around him was the thick hard crusted land where the sea was close by. He carried himself up right like any normal human, but his flexibility was strange. He could bend and move like an ape for his digging had curved his back to an extent. His claws hitting the earth, he pulled himself up making sure that none of his weaponary hit the earth. He had made a whole where he climbed out of. No one would ever venture in to it for they would not be able to see it the tunnel he had spent a year on making. His home was in the mines of where he would dig and dig for things he could shape in to weapons.
He stepped out of the hole looking around to make sure he was fine. He saw nothing and stepped out. His build was small, but he had muscles for such a young and small earth dweller. He had been digging and climbing around so softly and quietly that it had given him the edge for it. He looked up his eyes not the normal color of a human's. They were of a very light color to absorb what little remanents of light was left. His eyes were of a white color. The pupil being wider to absorb light allowed him to see what was around him. The atmosphere clear he walked around thinking of what he would want to eat. It seemed the best food for right now was a fruit of some sort. He walked near by to the forest were vegetation just started. The lava had made the places around him full of rich soil. So, stepping out of his house, was a perfect store for good. He grabbed a few handfuls of fruit and ate them listening and crawling away from them. He would be done after eating three fruits for they were as big as his head. His ears perked up as he felt the presence of another. He crawled to his hole on his legs holding the fruits in the other slowly coming up on his hole. All the enemies of his knew that for him to be close to his whole means he had the advantage. They would keep away he hoped.
He swallowed the last bit and waited patiently pulling out his long bow and standing to his full height readying himself. |
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The dust settled around that long street slowly. A low gruff moan pierced the silence, followed that familiar hollow thud as the larger of the two men fell to the desert floor, his face planted there painfully and permanently. Red began to seep from the large man, turning the sand into rust. A closer look upon the smaller of the men revealed the source of the thunder that had dropped the large one with unnatural ease. It twirled (fast) on that mans finger before it rested safely inside his long black coat. Mixed with the underlying heat, one could easily confuse him as some sort of angelic being, able to kill without touching, wings flapping about as if they had a mind of their own.
But he was no angel, that man. He barely a man was. In that hot desert heat, the mind played tricks on the most hardened of animals. And those with hope quickly reconsidered their dreams as the man-priest flashed a quick glance at the crowd. Now he seemed like a reaping devil. One that hell itself spewed out of its deepest womb. The brown eyes glowed with an ethereal red hue, it seemed. Again, the heat fooled the mind. Then, in an act of pure satisfaction, the man-priest smiled the most evil of smiles. Child-like almost. It walked off in the same manner in which it came. Hands folded behind his back, chest out high. And whistling that same strange tune.
All was quiet as he walked down the street that, by now, was beginning to flood with the remaining crowd. They lined up behind the man-priest almost in sync with each other. But far back enough to clear the area once more. In case the man-priest’s thirst had not been quenched. They watched him intently as he careened into the bar a couple of paces ahead. The patrons that had been inside spewed out like roaches. Then all was silent except for that same whistle. |
Last edited by Ave Cielo : 07.14.06 at 02:22:38.
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Kaeria pulled herself up onto the side of her boat, flinging her sai to the side and still clutching the silver pendant in her right hand. Silver made a lot of money if you happened to come across a human, and she knew just enough of the 'old tongue' to barter a good price with them. Her grandmother had taught her as much of the old tongue as she could whilst she was still alive. She had taught Kaeria how to move among the human race unnoticed, seeming as one of their own.
She hung the pendant on the wall along with a few others before reaching for the small looking glass she owned. She held it out in front of her and studied the marks the hunter had left on her neck. Five tiny puncture marks spread across her neck and nuderneath them were some very nasty looking purple rings. The creature had really held her neck tight, the bruising had almost completely set in.
She replaced the cracked looking glass and moved to the back of the boat and begun to pull the net she had made out from the water. As she hauled it over the side and onto the deck, two tiny grey fish flopped and wriggled across the wooden planks. Kaeria sighd loudly to herself, fish around the coast were becomeing more scarce these days and she had too much sense to sail her boat single handedly out into the open sea, she could easily fall prey to an enemy clan.
That left her only one choice, she would have to travel inland again in search of fresh water fish. She groaned a little to herself, the last thing she wanted was to stumble into Hunter territory whilst in search. Despite her dread she quickly scaed the small mast in the centre of her boat and loosened the ropes which held them back, she climbed back down smoothly and pulled her anchor up out of the water. The wind immiediately caught and bellied in the sails, dragging her further west around the coast of the island. |
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Name: Savora
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Air Walker
Weapons: Savora uses a small bow that she can use easily while in flight. The string is very tight, which allows her to inflict slightly more damage and a little more speed than the average bow. The arrows she uses are carefully carved for aerodynamics.
Appearance: 5'6" in height and slender in frame, she is quite nimble. He hair and wings are both snow white and her skin is ghostly pale, her ancesters having dwelt in the snowy mountains for so long.
Her hair is waist length, the top half braided back with some stray bangs at the front. She wears a simple dark green dress with long sleeves, and dark green sandals.
Brief Biography: Savora lives in a village of Air Walkers at the top of a snow capped mountain. Her father is a diplomat, and often away nagotiationing with other clans, leaving her alone with her sister, Sirene.
From a young age she took a peculiar skill to archery, even mastering it mid flight, a skill few Air Walkers accomplish. |
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I m a l i a ~ a touch of magic ~
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