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- Basic RP rules apply, such as no God modding... Try not to double post... You know. That sort of stuff. Oh and for some of you people out there... Keep it clean.

- Character Profiles aren't required, though if you don't you should atleast describe your character in alittle more detail in your introductory post.

- Ignatius Rebirth is an Fantasy type RP set in semi modern times. Without saying Magic exists along side with our real life techology hence allowing more possibilities. And well, with races and stuff. You've got practically unlimited possibilities. The rest of the setting? Well, check the journal entry below.

And for a Reference. I'll keep this post updated with our... Little groups/factions. Mmkat?

The Bad: Hymn of the Dark Uprising
The Good: Ingratus Valhalla
Mercs for Hire: Shadow Wing
The Ignored: Knights of the Six Pack Soda

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50 years have passed since the world went up in flames of war, landscapes destroyed in nought but a few days... Cities which crumbled inbetween the war of the Uprising and the Valhalla much of the world's landscape has become harsh wastelands and deserts. Food is growing scarce, the water supplies are slowly being drained and even some of the animals have been mutated due to area spells with lingering effect or even radiation from when the nuclear weapons were disposed of. There are few survivors, less and less every day. The war has escalated to a world wide scale and how long we'll last is unknown.

All we know is that this is the world we live in. And we've gotta keep going.

The name's Skiar, course some of my friends call me Kei. It's short for Keiran, meant somethin' in Gaelic or whatever that one language was. To be honest though it's not my nickname or anything. Kei was one of my best friends see and well... We wound up stuck in the same body due to some freak accident and our body changes dependin' on who's in control at the moment. So call me by whichever one of us is out. Or Kei works, it does have a certain ring to it.

Anyways, aside from taking a peek in my journal is there something you wanted from a kid in this ruins of a small village. Think it was called Zye... Zyev... Yeah forget it, I can't even remember. Besides the only ones living here would be me and a few other kids whom I've befriended, we've only been barely making it but hey. Barely's better than not at all during this time of war.

'Nyways. Mind telling me who the hell you are? This isn't all about me after all, common' we can all spare some sort of information.

Kinda.

One of Arokh's furry ears twitched as he peered out the window of the battered up building we were living in. Ya see, he's kinda wierd but still consider him family anyways, as odd as that Were... You know those humanoid animals that can change forms? Some of the guys joke around and call 'im spot and he hates it. It's cause he's a Snow Leopard ya know? Full name's Arokh Raen Urenos but that's too long so I just call him Rah. It kinda fits him ya know.

Anyways snapping out of explination mode he had just hissed at me uttering an "Someone's here..! It's a new smell, be cautious..." That was one thing about Rah, his nose was almost never wrong.

"Who the hell could it be though? The retards don't normally come here."

"Yea, cause some of the jackass adults decided to 'look for things needed for survival' and never came back." I wanted to grumble although I kept quiet. Rah repeating what we couldn't hear the stranger say.

"One thing's for sure. He's a dog..." The leopard hissed.

"And you don't like dogs do you Rah."

"No, I don't. Shut up Skiar. Or Kei. Whichever the ******** of you said that."

"And why the hell're we gonna be going with you?" I asked, despite the tempting sound of food. I could get water so that was fine, there was just lack of meat here. We still had some food though so we were good.

Rah on the other hand was still hissing, baring claws. It was obvious he still didn't like this "Dog" I wasn't too worried, I had a hand on one of my Yoyo's and I had Kei's rings for back up.

Atleast the ones I knew did what I could use for back ups.

"Who the hell're you to be giving us orders anyways? Right Skiar?!"

"Uh... Sure, Rah got the gist of what I was gonna say..."

"Hah!"

"It's... Not that big a deal you know..." I reminded him.

"Stop spoiling my moments." He grumbled back before turning back to the stranger. A few of the other kids were staring at him too.

There were some whispers that went between a few of the kids, they were now huddled in a small circle. Though Rah and I kept our places, though Spots probably wasn't gonna say anything. He was too busy thinking of how to deal with him, you can always tell with him when his right hand starts twitching like that.

"So your affiliated with those retards that started the war huh?" I asked for my currently unable friend. Yeah, this was probably not going as smoothly as it could've been.

...

So we're stubborn bastards, so what?

"Yeah yeah, we get the idea old man." I murmured, waving my free hand idly in an "Shoo" motion.

"We can hunt on our own friggin' dog!" Rah threw in as well.

And so the argument came and lasted about 40 minutes or so before we gave in to our parched throats [I didn't have time really to get us a drink.] and the other kids had all banded together with the flippin' fox and dragged us along for the ride. Much to Rah's dismay.

Yeah, to be blunt we got dragged along with him after being outruled by a group vote. God dammit, atleast this... Well. No, nevermind. Kei was already nagging at me about how we shouldn't go with the Jackass.

Did we have a choice?

(I'm too lazy to to give an introduction so here's my character profile, I am not in the scene just yet, I'm just writing this out for everyone's benefit)

Name: Sir Orichalkos Rarthanos (It is unknown where he got knighted)
Race: Rouge Machine
Age: roughly 40 years
Class: Soda Gunner
Appearance: Slightly bulky humanoid made of entirely of a metal that looks like a dark, dull version of the legendary metal Orichalcum. The only additions being a holster welded to his left leg and the emblem of his squad painted on his upper arms and chest.
History: It was about ten years after the war started, the last legion of mechanical troops was created. While designed from the same blueprints, each one was unique, hand made with whatever parts and materials were left. Mostly intended for heavy melee combat while wielding some form of 2 handed sword (far too heavy for a human to lift), they were built to last around eight years, and most of them did. But the prolonged fighting eventually took it's toll, and one by one they broke down and became inoperable. Some functioned for longer, eventually developing identities and personalities, but there is only one still operating today. Named Orichalkos because the alloy used in his construction was the unfinished prototype of the only known attempt at man-made Orichalcum. No one knows how he got his last name (Rarthanos). He is now powered by an unidentified magic artifact, because his power core died out many years ago. The control circuits in his right hand are shot, making it impossible to use a sword anymore. His left hand was built with a replicator, but the only patterns in his database are a selection of carbonated drinks, and his scanner is long gone. As such, he custom built a massive revolver designed to hold half a dozen soda cans and fire them one by one at speeds fast enough to break bones from over 200 yards away. Reloading is simply a matter of flipping out the chamber, holding the gun between his right arm and body, creating the ammunition and loading it. He's the fonder and leader of the Knights of the Six Pack Soda, which currently consists of only him, as nobody wants to be led by a machine.

*the wagon started to move* ok kids now look alive we go some bows in that box with arrows so if some starts to go after us well use the bows and throw them off of us got it