||Hooray, my first Rp here! ...Um, I guess I'll just post a table of contents here on all the different little tidbits of information. :3 Well, enjoy! ...And y'know, I didn't mean this to turn out so... corny... Shows how much I know, typing this up at 1 A.M. So anyway, sorry 'bout that.||
The Masculine Table of Contents
I. Overview/Plot Info
II. Setting
III. People/Races
IV. The Way of Things
V. Spot Openings
VI. Rules & Terms.
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Come closer, child, and lend me your ear... For you are about to learn about our Existence.
Existence. Us. You. Me. Everyone. The world in which you live, and eventually, die. From the tiniest of ants to the very essence that fabricates the High Magicks, they are all threads in the great tapestry of Life and Death and everything In Between.
...Think of Existence as an onion. Made up of many different layers, with "Earth" as its core, the thousands of Realms coexist with each other, each drawing its subsistence from the world in which mortals temporarily dwell. These Realms, as well call them, are also called Planes; out of these copious planes are four High Planes: Heaven, Earth, Hell, and Purgatory, each ruled by its own respective sovereign.
On Earth it is the year 2100, a decade after the Apocolypse that ended the rule of Man (ironic it is, though, seeing as Man has never come close to ruling anything but their own petty existences) and the overlapping planes juxtaposed to Earth have merged. In times past, only the most powerful of the Arcane Beings could traverse the void between the three planes (Heaven and Hell being the adjacent Realms), but now that that fragile veil has torn any manner of creature is able to navigate between them.
But now else something is afoot.
Heaven and Hell, the most eminent of the four High Planes, and eternal enemies since the Beginning, are stirring restlessly. A dark rumor has surfaced, one that has awoken great unease in many of the Arcane Beings of both Old and New... A whisper of changing tides, and of great Prophecy; a murmur that Lucifer himself was gathering the Avians to his side.
Born of both light and shadow, the Avians are an anomaly of themselves; descended from two vastly different races - Angel and Demon - their birth is so rare a thing that it is even said that when one is brought into the world, the delicate veil separating the Realms tears further. This makes the Avian widely abhorred, even hated by some to the point where orders stand to slay them on the spot on certain Planes. But even this is not what makes these creatures so feared...
It is their power.
Two of the most supreme Magicks inherited from both sides, the Avian is a most formidable race indeed. So great is their sheer ability, in fact, that they are driven mad by it, cursed by it. Scorned and forsaken from society, they dwell widespread across the myriad Planes in Communes and Clans, forever haunted by their overwhelming power and strength.
Many a bloody massacre has occured at the hands of an Avian, albeit unintentionally, for there are certain periods when the Avian is completely consumed by his own Magick and grown insane by its wrath, eradicating countless innocents in appalling numbers.
Is it small wonder that Lucifer himself is gathering these peculiar people for his own devices? Or is a great injustice taking root, as it has always been?
And who will you swear fidelity to, in these trifling times?
The Masculine Table of Contents
I. Overview/Plot Info
II. Setting
III. People/Races
IV. The Way of Things
V. Spot Openings
VI. Rules & Terms.
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Come closer, child, and lend me your ear... For you are about to learn about our Existence.
Existence. Us. You. Me. Everyone. The world in which you live, and eventually, die. From the tiniest of ants to the very essence that fabricates the High Magicks, they are all threads in the great tapestry of Life and Death and everything In Between.
...Think of Existence as an onion. Made up of many different layers, with "Earth" as its core, the thousands of Realms coexist with each other, each drawing its subsistence from the world in which mortals temporarily dwell. These Realms, as well call them, are also called Planes; out of these copious planes are four High Planes: Heaven, Earth, Hell, and Purgatory, each ruled by its own respective sovereign.
On Earth it is the year 2100, a decade after the Apocolypse that ended the rule of Man (ironic it is, though, seeing as Man has never come close to ruling anything but their own petty existences) and the overlapping planes juxtaposed to Earth have merged. In times past, only the most powerful of the Arcane Beings could traverse the void between the three planes (Heaven and Hell being the adjacent Realms), but now that that fragile veil has torn any manner of creature is able to navigate between them.
But now else something is afoot.
Heaven and Hell, the most eminent of the four High Planes, and eternal enemies since the Beginning, are stirring restlessly. A dark rumor has surfaced, one that has awoken great unease in many of the Arcane Beings of both Old and New... A whisper of changing tides, and of great Prophecy; a murmur that Lucifer himself was gathering the Avians to his side.
Born of both light and shadow, the Avians are an anomaly of themselves; descended from two vastly different races - Angel and Demon - their birth is so rare a thing that it is even said that when one is brought into the world, the delicate veil separating the Realms tears further. This makes the Avian widely abhorred, even hated by some to the point where orders stand to slay them on the spot on certain Planes. But even this is not what makes these creatures so feared...
It is their power.
Two of the most supreme Magicks inherited from both sides, the Avian is a most formidable race indeed. So great is their sheer ability, in fact, that they are driven mad by it, cursed by it. Scorned and forsaken from society, they dwell widespread across the myriad Planes in Communes and Clans, forever haunted by their overwhelming power and strength.
Many a bloody massacre has occured at the hands of an Avian, albeit unintentionally, for there are certain periods when the Avian is completely consumed by his own Magick and grown insane by its wrath, eradicating countless innocents in appalling numbers.
Is it small wonder that Lucifer himself is gathering these peculiar people for his own devices? Or is a great injustice taking root, as it has always been?
And who will you swear fidelity to, in these trifling times?
