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This rp will take place not in Earth. The story will start off in a city similiar to London in the Victorian Days. This story will take place in the year 1845.



In this world the elements of the Periodic Table exist in people. The people are the elements. It is believed by society that when God first created the world that the people he first created where "pure" elements. Meaning their whole being was composed of only one element.

However, as time went on every now and then when two pure elements had a child the child would not be an element but instead a compound. As time went on this became more and more common. Society saw this as a sign that they were losing their "purity" and becoming farer away from God.

To give birth to a compound was a sign that the family was cursed by God. That their bloodline was becoming unpure. In the early days when a compound was born it was either cast out on the streets or raised by the family in secrect.

In the year 1832 a scientist discovered a way to chemically seperate a compound into to or more elements. Society saw this a miracle and viewed the scientist as a "saint". His Majesty Xenon VI knighted the Scientist, and from the moment onwards the Scientist was known as Sir Zirconium.

The Seperation Process:

The seperation process that Sir Zirconium had discouvered seperated the two or more elements in the compound into two or more seperate people.

e.g If the child was the compound NaCl after being seperated there would be two children; one would be the element Na and the other would be the element Cl.

However, there was a downfall to this miracle. After being seperated the child's mind was destoryed. They could still think and do normal activites but they were no longer themselves; they were like walking shells. For they no longer had a personality or any emotions.

In most cases after a child had been seperated one of the children would die shortly afterwards.

Society igored the downfalls to this miracle, and most of the Upper Class were still quick to have their child forcely seperated. Because once the child was seperated it could hold a place in court, or as a police officer.



The person who sits at the top of the ladder in society is the King His Majesty Xenon VI. Before any law is passed by the goverment it most be approved by him.

The Prime Mister and his party are the ones who create the laws. All people working in the goverment must be born elements, seperated elements are not allowed to be part of goverment because they were not born "pure".

In court the one who decides the punishment for crimes is the Judge. In order to be a Judge you must be a pure element. To be a Lawyer or the Jury it does not matter if you were born an element or if you were born a compound and then seperated.

Police Officers. Only seperated elements and compounds are aloud to be police officers. A police officer is consider to low a job for a pure element to have.




Pure Element Nobles:

The Noble Family consists only of the elements Helium, Neon, Argon, Krypton, Xenon, and Radon. (The noble gas elements) If a person has some relation to the Royal family they will be one of these elements. The Royal family is ccnsidered closet to God and fully pure because they have never had a child that was a compound.

Pure Element:

The upper class of society. All elements either are nobles, hold a place in goverment, are Judges, Lawyers, and Doctoers. Also to hold a place in the Church you must also have been born a pure element.


Seperated Element

Below a pure element. They can be Lawyers, Doctors, or Police Officers.

Compounds:

Not all compounds are seperated; not all families can afford the process. The compounds that are not seperated are the middle class. They are found doing jobs such a Police Officer or a merchant.


Women can not hold a job.

Mixtures:

When a compound and another compound have a child sometimes instead of another compound being born a Mixture will be born instead. These mixtures are hated by society because they are the fastest thing from being pure. They are not allowed to have jobs and because of this all of them live on the streets begging for the money or food that will keep them alive. Mixtures are not aloud to have children; however, it has happened before. If a mixture is caught having a child they and their family will be sentenced to hang. There are two types of mixtures Hemogenous and Hetrogenous.


Hemogenous:

On the outside they appear normal; like an element or a compound. But the truth is they have more then one composition. Though they have only one phase only one layer.

E.G Salt mixed with water. Though it looks like it is only water it is also salt.

They have more then one composition. Because of their composition not being uniform the Hemogenous are mentally unstable. Depending on how many different compostions are hiden inside their one layer; will determine how many split personalities they will have.

E.G Water and Salt would have two different compositions so they would have two different personalities. Hemogenous Mixtures are hated and feared by society.


Hetrogenous:

Hetrogenous people have more then one composition and more then one layer. Because they have more then one layer they have more then one body; a body for each layer.

E.G Gold and Quartz Gold would have a body and Quartz would have a body.

However; they only have one personality and that one personality is always in full control of all of their bodies. They are capable of being in two or more places at the same time. Each body knows exactly what the other body is doing and where the other body is at all times. When one body sleeps the other body sleeps, when one body is wounded the other body is wounded. Like the Hemogenous the Hetrogenous are feared and hated by society.





In the city their is a bad part of the streets where the mixtures hang out. During the day the mixtures beg for food or money, and the part of town they inhabit is perfectly safe for an compound or an element to walk. But during the night that part of the town becomes dangerous. That part of town becomes a temple to the mixtures and any one unwelcome is beaten and robbed or sometimes even murdered for entering there.

Because of the violence of the mixtures the govrement is deciding whether or not to past a law for all mixtures to be hanged, and for all future mixtures to be killed at birth.

The mixtures who are mentally stable are tired of the life they are forced to live and are quietly thinking of a way for revenge; to destory the goverment, and if nessceray murder the royal family.




All the people will resemble what their element looks like. For example if your character is the element Au (Gold) then they probably have golden coloured skin and hair.

Hetrogenous bodies will have the same face and look the same; but there skin and hair colour will be different depending on what is inside their different bodies.

If a person a is an element the name of their element is their tittle. For example King Xenon VI. His name is not Xenon but his element is Xenon, so he is referred to by people lower then him as Xenon.

Only elements who are good friends with other elements will address people by their names. Everyone else would address an element by their element name.

E.G. Lady Silver, or Sir Copper

Also just because this rp is about people being elements does NOT mean that they have magical powers. They are normal people; they just resemble their element in appearance.




For a list of the elements go here:

http://www.bpc.edu/mathscience/chemistry/images/periodic_table_of_elements.jpg

For a list of some compounds go here:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_chemical_compounds_with_unusual_names

For an idea of what an upper class male would dress like go here:

http://www.gentlemansemporium.com/victorian-clothing-guide.php

More clothing references: (Thanks Lupus : D )

http://www.fashion-era.com/mid-late_victorian_fashion.htm

http://www.victoriana.com/Victorian-Fashion/

If you have any questions please free feel to pm me.

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The sunlight shone through the single window in Emmy's room, waking her. She rolled over and stared out at the sky for a few moments before getting up and walking over to her wardrobe. Today was the day that she would have to find a new tennant for the second room - money was getting too tight and she couldn't risk getting herself put in jail for stealing or the like. If she did, it would be too easy for her parents to track her down and - even after all these years - lay some claim to her.

She got dressed in clothes that were as respectable as she could afford. A long skirt, a blouse and a shawl all went on, although she kept a pair of briches on underneath, just in case she had to do any running during the day. Then, with one last look around her to make sure that she needed, Emmy left her apartment and went out on to the streets. She planned to wander for a bit until she found someone who was interested in renting the room and looked like they could afford it. It was a strategy that went against the odds, but it was still safer than putting an ad in the local times and hoping only the right people stumbled across it.

Emmy sighed and began to head to the market, pausing every so often to give a small coin to one of the Mixtures begging on the streets. 'God knows they need it,' she thought.

As she walked on, stopping momentarily to hand a coin to a black skinned mixture, Emmy felt someone watching her. It was a peculiar sensation and one she was not used to. There was a slight prickling on the back of her neck and she suddenly felt very nervouse and uncomfortable. It was probabaly just one of the beggers on the street but still... no one ever paid her any attention if she could avoid it. She shook her head to clear the thoughts. No point worrying over something that would probably amount to nothing in the end.

Emmy let the wave of people sweep her towards the main square. She was sure to find someone there who needed a room. When she arrived, she stared forlornly at the body swaying in the wind - poor fellow, probably only stole a loaf of bread or the like - and then turned her attention to the crowd, searching for a potential border.

There were representatives of almost every level there, other than mixtures that was. There was the higher class elements, laughing and carrying on like good society types, and then the seperated compounds, standing blankly at the center of the crowd - the guards, excecutioner and policemen around the hanging platform. Compounds like herself flitted in and out of the crowd where possible, talking amongst themselves.

Slowly, Emmy made her way through the people, feeling rather relaxed despite herself. She even started whistling a tune. Boldened by the crowd's atmosphere, even if the cause of their excitement revolted her slightly, Emmy walked up to a man, with slightly blue skin, and put on her best proffessional voice. "Excuse me," she said. "I don't suppose you know anyone who would be interested in renting part of an apartment?"

Matthew stood staring at the now lifeless body as it slowly rocked back and forth in the faint wind. What sort of mixture had this person been? Probably Homogenous for there was only the one body. But what if it had been Hetrogenous? Often Matthew wondered what would happen if one of their bodies were destroyed. Would the mixture continue to live but incomplete? Or would their other body collapse the moment the heart of one body stopped beating? Would a hetrogenous mixture have to experience the pain of death twice?

The pain of death should be something no one has to think about. But Matthew did everyday, and he knew that all the other mixtures did too. To a mixture dead was always close; death was always watching; waiting for the perfect time to strike. The market place hangings were the Elements' way of reminding them. Reminding them that their time was limited.

Suddenly a voice speak to him from behind; breaking his train of thought. Turning to see who had addressed him Matthew turned around to see the girl he had met in the alleyway earlier. Did she witness the hanging? He thought as he listened to her question. She doesn't seem to care that much; but then again no one really does. I'm even becoming insensitive.

"No" he replied after listening to the woman's question. It was the truth. Matthew knew no one who could afford an apartment. The fact that this woman had asked him meant that she probably had mistaken him for an element.

Of course he didn't have a place to live. The streets were his home. When he was younger sometimes he would dream of living in a house, but that dream had grown out of him. Matthew knew he would never have a house to call his own. But that no longer bothered him. Not owning a home meant he didn't have to pay rent, and he needed all the money had he for food and clothing.

"Perhaps you should try posting an add on the city forum."


The kind woman who had passed him by; the woman who he was now talking to had given him a coin. One copper piece to be exact. Of course it wasn't much, but it was enough to buy a loaf of bread. That would be enough to chase off the pains of hunger in his stomach. Because of the kindness of that woman Matthew would not have to risk stealing today; he could avoid the risk of the gallows for another day.

Quickly he pulled his starving body up from the side of the street. He had to spend the coin and feed himself right away; before anyone saw him with it. Mixtures usually did not steal from other mixtures. But lately even his own kind had turned on each other. Afraid to risk their lives stealing from the uppercase some mixtures had begun stealing from the homeless. For society couldn't care less if a mixture was robbed, or beaten to death. In fact society smiled upon it; it made their jobs easier.


(I'm so sorry for leaving this rp for months without posting. But I have a little bit more time this semester and I promise to post more. I won't leave it again.)