Ţħė Ħėłłĥõūŋďš, We Run This World. [accepting]

[svaler]

Ţħė Ħėłłĥõūŋďš

We Run This World...

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[svaler]

Ŧĥįš Ƥŀāćė Ũşēď Ťð Ɓĕ Ƥėąƈěƒūł

They Took Us Before We Could Blink...

>>2024-2350

Most would say the world was back on track. The Americans totally redid their political system, Colombians weren't making weed no more, and they had all these carbon caps and things to make the trees be green again. So for about a whole thousand years, the human race cured themselves. The cities were new and they didn't pollute worth a darn, the crime rate was practically zero, and every single human was happy and educated. They couldn't be any better off, right?

Wrong.

To fix all the problems, the Americans needed money to do it. So, they went to the underground. Sting operations, into the Mafia, the gangs, Organized Crime, all those people you don't want to meet up with after dark. They shut 'em down, and took the billions of dollars the groups were circulating. With all the money the U.S. government now had, they made themselves the perfect country. So, they thought they had taken the mean little criminals out entirely. They thought they had gotten 'em all. But they didn't. The gangs, Mafia, and everyone else were still in operation, but they knew now that they had to go under radar. They all but vanished, and the world was free to expand.

>>2700-3250

Now, the world is going through a second Age of Enlightenment. Creativity in the arts has skyrocketed, and the new sciences are something to gawk at. Little rockets in rollerskates, genetic modification, hovering vehicles, humanity is free to explore the possibilities. Remember what I said about how Organized Crime is still around, though? Well, yeah. They put spies in the government, found ways to sneak out all those scientific plans and ideas right out from under our noses. They stole, they slid, and they recruited. The Mafia and the gangs, for all this time at war, had realized that an alliance needed to be made if their goals were to be successful. The two united, and at their headquarters in Los Angeles, started a form of experimentation so dastardly that their conquest was assured.

A while back, the U.S. had found out how to take military canines to a whole new level. They already knew how to genetically modify the beasts, and now, they figured out how to put them in with people. The dogs they used were almost linked to the soldiers. A war dog always knew where it's master was, and what they were doing. And vice versa. It was an innovation, these partner troops. Once the wars ended, the project was closed, and put in a file drawer somewhere to gather dust. Then, of course, the criminals found it.

>>Present

The Mafia and the gangs' new group needed a name. So, before they rose up and took over, they called themselves after their stolen technology. They were known as "The Hellhounds". The operation to bond human and war dog was minor and easy to do, it took twenty minutes. The dogs themselves were normal canines, Rottweilers, Dobermans, Huskies. But once they were modified, they looked all sorts of things different. The dogs had horns, tails, wings. Their fur was red, black, gray, or not there at all. Evil little hounds, they were nothing like the fluffy poodle snapping at your heels. These guys were brutal, hostile, and had every once of knowledge their humans did. They could talk, too. Wonderful science in a horrible package.

Now with every member bonded, the Hellhounds were finally ready to carry out their plans. One night, August twenty-fifth, they left underground Los Angeles. It was genocide. Los Angeles was taken within the night. After that, it was all over. Forcing citizens into their ranks and scattering resistance, the Hellhounds moved across the entire west coast, then over the rest of the country. America was renamed, "Canis Abyssus". C.A., with it's six million people and revolutionary sciences, was quick in taking over the rest of the Americas. Europe, Africa, and Asia were the new goal.

Of course, with every empire there is a resistance determined to end it. The people who had not become a part of the Hellhounds moved, or already lived in, the free continents. Few of these people were bonded, but they were well-equipped and ready to fight. The group called their people the "Valkyries." Moving into the Americas, the two superpowers went back at war. the Hellhounds dominated, the Valkyries fought back. Both had their own areas of expertise, and they were a classic example of "immovable force meets unstoppable object".

So, who'll win the war of the dogs?

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[svaler]

Ƒõõđ Ƒóŗ Ŧĥőũğħţ

Textbooks only tell you some things...

First off, Valkyries hate Hellhounds, and vice versa. But this is only in general. Both organizations are full of double agents and secret friends.

Setting:Upper East Coast of C.A. Ergo, New York, New Jersey, and the like.

Weather: Cloudy with moderate to high winds.

Temperature: 58-66 Fahrenheit.

Time of day: Evening to Nightfall.

A note on the war dogs: War dogs are able to leave their humans, for any reason, but the two cannot stand to be away from each other for long. You know what your dog is thinking, and they can with you. Telepathy between partners is common, but not every pair has it. If their partners are killed, war dogs will become rogues, befriending few and bonding to no one. Finally, they are not slaves, and you cannot love them like you would to, say, a boyfriend. No.

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[svaler]

Ęṽēŕŷ Ŀăŧċĥ Ħąŝ Ĥεѓ Ḹḁẅṧ

Order and Power make the world go 'round...

1. No one shall disobey svaler's awesome authority.

2. No one shall post under two paragraphs for every post.

3. All posts will be pretty, grammatically correct, and have little to no spelling errors.

4. All sex and gore will be cause for immediate removal. Romance is encouraged, as well as violence, though.

5. OOC must be put in (()), {{}}, or [[]].

6. Char talking= "Blah, blah." Thoughts= Blah, blah. Actions are not in asterisks (**).

7. Profiles are to be sent to me with the title prancing llamas. And a mr.green hidden somewhere in the pm.

8. Profile skeletons are to be filled in as requested, no changes without my express permission.

9. We want you to post twice a week, if possible. Fail and you will be warned. Fail again and you will be removed. If you are gone away for a while, tell me first.

10. Any conflict between characters shouldn't go into OCC. We are all friends here.

11. Check My Megaphone regularly for updates and important additions.

12. If it appears I forgot anything, or if you have a question, comment, concern, or cookie, PM me.

13. Wait a second, I change my mind. Send the profiles with a llama emote, not a mr.green.

14. Characters should not god-mod, or be Mary Sues. No autohitting, either.

15. All guild rules apply.

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[svaler]

Ĝőŧŧą Ṗĭċķ Ă Śįđē

Make a choice, it'll be your last...

>>The Hellhounds

The Hellhounds are the dominating empire. The ruling force. They're the people who you want to stay in curfew because of. These guys are the Alphas of the world. Some are smart, some are fast, some strong, and some are all three. Assassins, warriors, each with their loyal canine at their side. There's the occasional loser, the lackey, but as a group the Hellhounds are something to be feared.

>>The Valkyries

People call them the Broken Angels. These people are almost all from Europe, Africa, or Asia. There are, though, some traitor Hellhounds who have joined them. Saying this, the rebels have no war dogs, but a rare few do. They take prisoners as much as they kill, and some of the captives give up their former alignment and join the Valkyrians with no better alternative. These guys are well-trained and supplied with plenty of weaponry, but they lack the power and overall might of the Hellhounds.

>>Profile code.

[align=center][size=9][color=yourpostcolor]>>Ma misspelled it on the certificate, but it's>> [b][Character name][/b]
>>She [i]did[/i] get the age right, though>> [b][Age][/b]
>>They made me join them, even if I said I chose myself>> [b][Group you're in, could be Hellhound, Valkyrie, or be a rogue][/b]
>>My owner was>> [b][Only include this if you are a rogue war dog!][/b]
>>If I can get it, I'm happy>> [b][Three likes][/b]
>>If I have it, I want to sell it>> [b][Three hates][/b]
>>The shrink said I was>> [b][One paragraph long personality][/b]
>>I threw away my diary, but I think I remember enough to say this much>> [b][Two paragraph long bio][/b]
>>Nationality doesn't mater much anymore, but I'm from>> [b][Country/state you were born in][/b]
>>My pretty face>> [b][Link form appearance][/b]
>>Then, there's the extra stuff>> [b][Other][/b]
__________________________________________________________________
[Only include this if you have a war dog, leave it out if you don't, or are a rogue dog!]
>>My title>> [b][Dog's name][/b]
>>In human years, I'm>> [b][Age][/b]
>>I've been with this here two-leg for>> [b][How long war dog has been with human][/b]
>>I ain't no Fido>> [b][Link form appearance][/b][/align][/color][/size]

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[svaler]

Ḿẏ Ṃḗḡḁṕḩṏṉḙ

The captain would like to address her crew...

Here I'll post announcement and memos.

We are officially accepting!

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[svaler]

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