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 Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 8:21 pm
Intro: Well I've been trying to get members for this for like the past couple of days, but still I have no one... so I'm wondering how this would well it would do here >.> I'll jazz it up like I did with the other thread tomorrow Breif History:
March 13th 2088- The conflict in the United Nations begin.
January 10th 2093- Reps from each nation start to break off into different groups segrigating each other from the others
October 8th 2093- The president of the United States of America recently has been so stressed out that he commited suicide- yet others think it he was assasinated.
October 10th 2093- Vice President Ross becomes the new president.
December 20th 2097- The UN finally breaks apart.
January 2nd 2098- Unknown Terrorists set off bombs all around the world. Everyone begins to blaim each other for the bombing.
January 21st 2098- The World declared war on each other. Thus the beginning of World War III
May 3rd 2102- Half of Africa and half of Italy are uninhabitable.
November 8th 2107- President Ace, two years after he's been elected as the President of America, speaks of a Peace Movement.
August 9th 2108- The Ace Peace Movement begins
September 12th 2108- The Ace Peace Movement ends World War III
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 8:23 pm
STORY: World War III ended with a nice an happy ending. Everyone praised President Ace to be able to pull off such a thing. To end the war of all wars. As the years wore on, President Ace was elected for a second time, and thus created a new world in which everyone can live in. A world of kindness and tranquility, no more need to fight, no more need to feel out cast anymore. This world was now peaceful... Well... alittle too peaceful.
President Ace set up a new government, which everyone can follow easily and enjoy. President Ace will run for a very long time. This new age will be called The Age of Aceism, everyone was an Aceist, they loved and adored him, believed in everything he told them, they knew he was going to create a better future for them. Not everyone was an Aceist. This mainly ran among the younger people, they believed that President Ace was all an act. Somthing was just not right about him. They knew human kind cannot be completely peaceful and perfect. In truth President Ace plans on to making everyone the same, he tries to model the world into his ideal place, yet he does it in a more subtle way- a more bitsubliminal. Only President Ace smiled down on them and asked them to kindly see things "his way". Those who went against President Ace were never seen from again and no one cared, because they know that those people were only impure.
People by unseen eyes were taken from their homes, their beds and ereased from life forever. Mostly no one will even remember them. The mysteriously disappeared will mysteriously reappear, but as a new person- in a new life- new memory. They were true Aceists now. If one really thought about nature, they will remember or learn that Human kind cannot be perfectly perfect. This puts a strain on their body and then they can be concidered "dead". Taking on a more deformed look these "monsters" stay in the dark feeding on any human flesh they can get their hands on.
Will you realize the life you currently live in is completely wrong? Or will your mind be clouded by President Ace as you follow his ideals?
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 8:24 pm
Application:Character name:
Age: (pick a decent age, it would be odd if your character was five years old or eighty years old right?)
Gender: (Male Female... shemale?! >.>; )
Prefrence: (Straight? Bi? Gay? Asexual?)
Position: (Uke or Seme... or suke or sueke? o.o; )
Job: (what does your character do for a living? does he or she go to school? Work for the President? Owns a coffee shop?)
Aceist/Radical/Citizen: (Do you purely believe in President Ace? Or are you totally against him? Maybe your even in between?)
Appearance: (Describe what your character looks like. Do they have some unique looking to them? do they look like someone famous? Pencil skinny or chubby?)
Image: (optional)
Personality: (likes, dislikes. is your character a lazy sleeper or a cold hearted b*****d? C'mon what makes them tick!)
Brief Bio: (Tell me alittle about your character) [size=11][b]Character name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender: [/b]
[b]Prefrence:[/b]
[b]Position:[/b]
[b]Job:[/b]
[b]Aceist/Radical/Citizen:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Image: [/b]
[b]Personality: [/b]
[b]Brief Bio: [/b][/size]
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 8:26 pm
Members: ACEIST
Radical
Citizen
CrystalRose Character name: Arden Feltk Age: 17 Gender: Male Prefrence: Unknown. (Often flirting with both sides.) Position: -Er..... Job: Arden works in a small flower shop with his mother. Aceist/Radical/Citizen: Arden can see both sides as understandable, and is seen as more of a Aceist only because he doesn't want to be in trouble. Appearance: Brown hair that reaches just past his ears, with two purle streaks in his bangs, his eyes are bright blue. He always has a smile on his face, he's very much the person people just want to be around because he's always so happy. Arden wears often bright colors, his favorite peice of clothing is a light blue t-shirt he'd gotten on a trip with his father before he died. Behind his ear is often a flower tucked up there holding his hair back. Image: Personality: Arden is always happy, nothing can really bother him very much. He is often flirting with the customers of the store even if he doesn't know it. A lot of Aceist see him as a role model for their children, even though he himself hasn't decided if he believes or not, he lets other belive it. He's never found in an uncomfortible situation he can't handle. He can be very much of a sweetheart. Brief Bio: Arden grew up in his mother's flower shop, only leaving it when his father took him on trips. A few years back his father died, and Arden graduated early so he could help his mother in the shop. His mother is a true Aceist, and occasionally she is the only one Arden can have a debate about it with. Arden used to be looked at as strange at school, but now everyone looks to him for advice.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 7:46 am
Character name: Arden Feltk
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Prefrence: Unknown. (Often flirting with both sides.)
Position: -Er.....
Job: Arden works in a small flower shop with his mother.
Aceist/Radical/Citizen: Arden can see both sides as understandable, and is seen as more of a Aceist only because he doesn't want to be in trouble.
Appearance: Brown hair that reaches just past his ears, with two purle streaks in his bangs, his eyes are bright blue. He always has a smile on his face, he's very much the person people just want to be around because he's always so happy. Arden wears often bright colors, his favorite peice of clothing is a light blue t-shirt he'd gotten on a trip with his father before he died. Behind his ear is often a flower tucked up there holding his hair back.
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Personality: Arden is always happy, nothing can really bother him very much. He is often flirting with the customers of the store even if he doesn't know it. A lot of Aceist see him as a role model for their children, even though he himself hasn't decided if he believes or not, he lets other belive it. He's never found in an uncomfortible situation he can't handle. He can be very much of a sweetheart.
Brief Bio: Arden grew up in his mother's flower shop, only leaving it when his father took him on trips. A few years back his father died, and Arden graduated early so he could help his mother in the shop. His mother is a true Aceist, and occasionally she is the only one Arden can have a debate about it with. Arden used to be looked at as strange at school, but now everyone looks to him for advice.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 11:34 am
Character name: Aireth Rahan
Age: 19
Gender: female
Prefrence: Straight
Position:hm..
Job: Aireth works for a secret orginization. Her job is to blend in with the community and study the citizens. (the rest will unravel intime)
Aceist/Radical/Citizen: Aireth isn't really sure. She is doesn't really care
Appearance: Her black hair is cut short, her bangs hang in her face with whisps of blonde streaks found in her hair. She has piercing grey eyes that seem calm, yet cold at the same time. They have a cattish look to them. She likes to wear faded jeans and a black top with a black studded belt. She often wears a tattered sarf around her neck and a veil-like black mask that covers her face. It only seems to show her eyes and up. She has a scars that runs across her right cheek in the shape of an X, which is one of the reasons why she wears the veil-like mask. In her apartment, she has a huge sword that she has wrapped in cloth, hidden in her closet. It is one of her favorite weapons, a family heirloom.
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Personality: Aireth is mostly an anti-socail person. She is quiet and has a cool feel to her. She is very secretive and doesn't like to talk about herself. Though if you ever manage to get past her cold exterior, she is a sweet person. She is smart and has other unknown qualities to her, though not many people find them out.
Brief Bio: As a child, she had been raised by a band of rebels againt President Ace. A secret orginization was created to stop dicators like Ace. Though they have to have proof that it is Ace's doing that are making these people disapear. With proof like that, they could take him down. She now has to blend in with the crowd and find a job at some local place, and gather information. I guess you could call her a spy.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 8:12 pm
Character name: Lee Zellinger
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Prefrence: Straight
Position:eh?
Job: Mechanic
Aceist/Radical/Citizen: Citizen, but leaning towards Radical.
Appearance: He stands at 6' tall, 180lbs and well built thanks to his job. Most of the time he is seen in black jeans and a simple white t-shirt, only wanting to wear what he can mess up at work. Though he does own finer clothing. His black hair is kept in a semi-short ceaser cut that drops bangs to the middle of his forehead unless he spikes them out. With every step there is a dull thud from the tan, steel-toed work boots he wears. The boots are well worn and decently scuffed up. Lee's eye's are hardly noticeable but hold a slight strangness. While simple hazel they have an orange ring around the pupil. This is only seen up close of course.
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Personality: Friendly for the most part, it comes with dealing with people in the job. But his temper is only so long and when he snaps, the person who caused it often leaves with a broken bone.
Brief Bio: Born from a Radical father, he was taught some of the things that his father knew until he was near the age of ten. Then his father 'walked out on them' or that's the story he was fed that is. His mother was a normal citizen, not wanting to take any side so the thoughts of his fathers words still linger in the back of his mind.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 8:34 pm
Character name: Adrianne Smith
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Preference: Straight.
Position: Rogue (Modern-day?)
Job: Journalism. Works part-time at a local newsweekly, while also going his freshman year in college as a Writer/journalist. Takes notes on behavorial psychology, and writes many articles on that subject.
Aceist/Radical/Citizen: Radical. (though doesn't show any bold rebellious entities, so no one really knows her views)
Appearance: Blackish brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin, and thin brown glasses. Looked very much like a plain, quiet person, but can change her facial features with just the twitch of a muscle. She can imitate body language and facial expressions with finesse and perfection. Tends to wear a black button up shirt, with dark blue jeans, and black converse with thick red shoe laces. She stands about 5'7'', with a thin, slender build. Usually is seen carrying an over-the shoulder sling carrying a top of the line laptop (where did THAT thing come from!? You don't have that much money!), a notebook, and a voice recorder.
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Personality: Is very quiet and observant. Has a good memory, but short patience with confrontation. Tends to "stalk" people by blending in with the crowd and studying them. Has a dark side, and tends to take over some avantage situations. Helps out people on occasion, but keeps to herself. She can convert things in her mind, which helps her understand people and situations better.
Brief Bio: Grew up in a small town, and being an overweight adolscent, was silenced and had a silent attitude growing up from the teasing and tormenting from her classmates. Once she became an avid writer, she got recognized for her talent. Then, when she hit a growth spurt and reached maturity, she was a looker for quite a few boys, but had grown used to not having them, and remained aloof. After growing up, studying psychology, she knew that there were traps out there to lure in innocent civilians. She kept her guard up, and knew immediately that this new President Ace was no good. She recorded several interviews of the President, then played the messages backwards. She even went as far to anagram the man's quotes from newspapers and magazines. All of this is kept secret, away from anyone for or neutral with Ace. She now is attending the local Arts and Journalism college, and is trying to major in Journalism while working part-time as a local writer.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 8:45 am
((I hope I'm allowed to post?))
Ardan Feltk was heading down the street for a nice stroll in the city. Thoughts were running through his mind but a lot of them made him laugh, he didn't truely understand the world today, although less fights broke out each day, and some how everyone was in a peaceful state of mind, something was odd about it. Although he knew not to share this with anyone. He passed by a few of the older women and tossed them a nod and a smile in greeting. They each would say hello in return, with some comment about him being such a good boy. He smiled once more and then slowed his pace as he begain to walk by a few more shops. A fight had broken out the other day, the owner of the shop got into a large fued about Ace being evil, or something to that fact. Arden really hadn't paid attention, but today he wondered how the man was doing. Perhaps he was having a problem that day and had calmed down by now. When he reached the shop he didn't hear yelling or anything of the sort, when he looked in the man who had owned the shop wasn't there, in replacement there was another man, the shop itself looked different in some way. Arden gave a wide smile. "Where is the keeper of the shop?" He looked at the man as he raised his head.
"Oh, that would be me. Looking to purchase something young man?" He smiled back into Arden's blue eyes.
Something about the man bothered Arden, but of course it didn't show on his smiling face. "Oh no... I was just looking for some one. What happened to the man who once owned the shop?" He ran his hand across the counter softly, unsure why.
"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about my boy." The man's eyes clouded slightly, but they still showed a gleam of happieness. "I'm the only one whom has owned this shop."
Arden opened his mouth to correct him but then smiled and politely said. "Ah, then it must be another shop I speak of... Silly me, oh do forgive me?" He pulled his hand back and smiles as the man nodded, and Arden made his way out of the shop, laughing at himself slightly, it really must have been a different shop he was thinking of.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 9:37 am
Aireth wore the same cool, calm expression on her serious face as she usually did beneath her mask. She walked through the town in search for a undercover job. She rolled her eyes as she watched a enterjetic male walk down the street with a disgustingly cheery smile.
In order for this operation to work, she would have to find a job somewhere. These people would have to trust her, but where? Her gaze wandered the shops as she stepped into a flower shop of some sort. The scent was sweet and it made her somewhat sick to her stomach.
These people weren't right, they had been brainwashed by Ace and it was patheticly sickening. They were so oblivious to what really was going on. People were disapearing and she was going to find a way to prove that it was Ace's doing.
She brushed a few strands of her whispy, black hair from her eyes as she let out a sigh. It was a bid mistake coming in this wretched place. She hated flowers, but she needed a cover. This would have to do, she would have to try and get a job here. What I do for my country she thought to herself as she waited for someone to step behind the counter.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 10:00 am
Adrianne clutched her notebook as her blackish blue blaizer whipped in the wind. She noted how certain people were cheery, happy... Clouded. She also noticed that one girl had a personality to her step, like she knew what she wanted, how she really felt. The girl walked into a flower shop, while another boy drifted happily down.
Her disguist was hidden beneath her exterior, as she pulled out her notebook and continued to make notes on personality and body language. She eyed the crowd, then put it back down. She stood jsut outside the flower shop, side glancing into the store, watching the girl. She turned her back to the girl, while she tied the blaizer belt together.
She had another report due, by Friday. Thank goodness it was only Monday. She knew she had to write something concerning the local crime, but she would much rather write something to open the eyes of citizens, make them realize that Ace was not what he seemed.
She knew he was up to something, something much well planned out than anyone could ever imagine. Even his speech was programmed, which is what bothered her the most. No one could ever program their voice to say something, with the hidden meaning perfectly played out. But, with the clouded minds and thoughts of normal humans, now, she knew that it would take a lot more to do that. And, if she failed, who knows what would happen. She knew she would be like she never existed, probably replaced by some... Stalker.
At that, she looked to either side of her, still paranoid to an extent. Flicks of her dark brown hair whipped in the wind out of her ponytail, but she wasn't affected by it. She took another glance at the girl in the shop, then back down the street. She kept her mental guard out for anything.. Anything coming....
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 1:23 pm
Aireth felt something, like a sense of somesort. It was like, someone was watching her, studying her every move. Her gaze was attracted to a tall woman with her back to the window.
There, it was that girl, she was the one that Aireth had gotten the strange vibes from. She frowned beneath her veil-like mask and slipped outside quietly. She clasped a hand firmly on the woman's shoulder.
She brought her lips to the woman's ear. "I'm not a lab rat, so don't study me like one. I'm not to fond of stalkers." she whispered cooly and then let go of the girl's shoulder and disapeared into the shop once more.
Aireth had a mission, she didn't have time to deal with creepy little college girls that found interest in a girl and decided to study her like a lab rat. The girl disgusted her, almost as much as the flowers. Were was that owner?
Forget this she thought and walked out down the street. If she couldn't find a job, that disgusting, cheery little flowerstore could be a last resort. She walked down the street with her hand shoved into her pockets as she scanned the windows for a WANTED sign. Surely someone would need someone to work for them, she needed to lay low and blend in.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 5:58 pm
Adrianne looked up as the girl clasped her shoulder, gave her a threat, then walked back inside. Her eyes grew with fire, then the girl walked right past her. Adrianne followed her, watching her this time. She quickened her pace until she was close enough to touch the woman. She grabbed her shoulder, then turned her around.
"I wasn't even facing you. Why do you just assume I was stalking you? Or studying you for that matter. I was watching... A person across the street," With that, she looked over and saw a cheery guy pacing about. Her eyes narrowed, then looked back at the girl.
This girl wasn't psychic, and neither was Adrianne. Adrianne knew that this girl had caught her interest, but she hadn't gotten to the observatory phase, yet. Perhaps Adrianne jsut gave that vibe, or maybe this girl was paranoid. She seemed to be one who would push people away. Adrianne had seen people very similar to her.
Of course this girl couldn't be an Aceist. She was too distant to even consider accepting him. In her mind, she nodded. This girl... Not time to analyze right now. Adrianne kept her distance.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 6:18 pm
Aireth let out a smirk. "I have my reasons woman." she said cooly in her calm, serious tone. "Don't stick your nose were it doesn't belong, or you might just not like what you find. That's my advice for you girl. Ands as for assuming, my assumtions are rarely wrong." she smirked beneath her mask and walked back towards the flowershop, with no luck in finding employment anywere else. "See you around, or not." she smirked and turned to walk off, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes.
If that blasted girl followed her, she would just have to fade off like she usually did best. She wasn't called the Phantom Agent for nothing. The secret operation at hand was dangerous and she didn't need a nosy child poking around for information.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 6:26 pm
Adrianne let the woman have her "triumph" by letting out her attitude. Yeah, like your eyes don't give away everything. This girl obviously had a lot of... Confidence in herself.
Since Adrianne was in a non-challenged mood, she decided to follow her. She could track down anyone without even trying. She wasn't a writer for nothing. She nodded, and let the girl go. She walked behind the corner as the woman walked into the flower shop. Trying to get a job, eh? Adrianne thought. She eyed the street, in the tiny alley way. In the shadows, again. She smiled, thinking she was beginning to like this woman.
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