“Who am I?” you may ask. Well, I’ll tell you who I am...or...who I
was anyway...
I was a great ruler, the heir to a city torn by war over a scarce energy source. It my short rule, I changed things for the better; the city had more energy, our enemies attacked us less, and the people lived better.
While out on the streets, I was attacked by my own soldiers. I heard something about “Royal Orders” before they knocked me out. I woke up in a prison cell, my High Priest was outside the bars reading me a list of crimes I didn’t commit.
After the small meal they served me (it was terrible, by the way, I suppose I should’ve changed that as well...) I fell asleep again, it must’ve been drugged.
I woke up on an operating table, in terrible pain. There were needles and IVs stuck into me everywhere. The liquid in the tubes...I recognized that ominous glow...it was the most dangerous form of our energy. It was then that I realized I was going to die.
They told me that they had done the same to my beloved brother nearly ten years ago, only he didn’t make it. This new information, no matter how groggy I still was, brought me into a rage I didn’t know I was capable of.
I lost control of myself. My body, changed by the injections, was no longer under my control. I could only watch in horror as I committed the crimes that were listed before me earlier. I killed many...and I ruined the lives of many others. When my soldiers found me, I wish they had killed me, but instead they prolonged my suffering and tranquilized me.
When I came to again, I was chained to the front of the palace with the High Priest reading the same crimes in front of the villagers who were able to come. When he finished, he turned to me and the jeering crowd silenced, “ Your ‘Majesty’, you’ve been read what you’ve been charged for. Now, look into the eyes of your subjects and tell them, what do you plead?”
I weakly raised my head and my eyes met those of a little girl. I remember that, in my uncontrolled rage, I killed her parents. As she noticed my gaze, I saw her eyes fill with tears as she turned from my now red eyes. How terrifying it must’ve been...seeing the leader she’d known for years change into a true monster and destroy her world.
I did what was asked of me, I held my head low to hide the tears and choked out one word “...Guilty...” I heard the collective gasp of those who didn’t believe what I did as I was unchained and lead to the prison transport. They took me far out into the dessert wastelands and dumped me, left me for dead.
By some strange twist of fate, I was found by a wastelander on artifact patrol and once again imprisoned, this time for trespassing. A woman who called herself the ‘Desert Princess’ handed me a very high tech gun and told me to fight.
I was thrown into an arena where twenty plus men with guns far more advanced than mine attacked me at once. Overwhelmed by the men, their weapons, and the weak power of my own weapon, I lost myself again. When I came to, I was standing in the middle of the arena, covered in blood, with all of the men lying dead around me. But, instead of hearing screams of hate, I heard cheers...the people of this hidden city were cheering for me.
The Desert Princess wore a satisfied smile and told me, no,
commanded me to be her bodyguard. She plans to lead an attack on the city I once ruled over...she doesn’t know who I am and, honestly, I’m afraid to tell her.
Though I’m getting used to my new appearance, and I’m slowly gaining control over this power I’ve been given, I can’t help but hide who I am with bandages. Only the Princess knows what my true appearance is.
As I help her plan our attack, the people we meet and the events that pass seem to be connected with something bigger. Though, I don’t know what it is, I feel all of our lives hang in the balance.
Roles:
Banished Prince: Apocalypse
Dessert Princess:
High Priest:
Prince’s Brother (not really dead, doesn’t recognize the Prince as his younger brother):
FOR LATER ON:
Chaos Bringer: PM me if you want this one
Rules:
1.) I rule
2.) Relationships can happen
3.) if the other roles are taken, You can be other people like other bodyguards and what not
4.) If something doesn’t make sense, tell me...it’s nearly 3 a.m. right now, I’m tired, lol.
5.) i'll say it again, I RULE
Profile:
Name:
Age:
Role:
Weapon: high tech guns (think Jak II&3), whips, knives, spears, swords, etc.
power: something small unless it’s the Prince or the Chaos Bringer
Background:
Appearance:
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Name: Dismas
Age: 27
Role: Banished Prince
Weapon: When he’s in his ‘Human’ Form he uses a gun called the ‘Needle Laser’ it shoots off several needle-like bullets that move through an opponents body either killing them instantly or putting them in a
huge amount of pain..
In his Dark form, he uses a large golden scythe
power: he has a various amount of powers in his dark form, I’ll describe them when I use them
Background: (much of who he is was explained above, but I’ll go a bit further) Dismas grew up without knowing his real family. He wandered the streets in the slums district before he was picked up by a resistance group fighting the fierce dictator and trying to find the true heir to the throne. It wasn’t until they killed the dictator that he realized the one he was helping the group search for was him and that his leader was his brother.
For five years, he ruled the city and made so many things better. Then his brother disappeared and everything went downhill from there. Because of this and his banishment, he bares a great amount of hatred that fuels his uncontrollable rage.
Appearance:
bandaged/hidden human form:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Hyp...ht/546c7a16.jpgtrue appearance:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Hyp...l_4_bild4-g.jpgDemon Form:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Hyp...ht/9b4b33b5.jpg 
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