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No one was sure where they came from- Under the Earth, Hell maybe... But they were there. The CEO's and VIP's had all organized a few starships to get them off the planet, away from these things. If your family was rich enough, they got to go. Some people were left here. Others chose this life among demons. Whatever the reason, more than a third of the Earth's population had left for some planet way the hell out in space. And of the remainder, a third (totalling two-ninths of the original population) had been "killed" by these things. "Killed," being used lightly.

Now, a little under half of the earth's original population remained. People learned to stay away from where they had appeared- Germany, South China, India, Pakistan, South Africa, New York, Texas, and Peru. No one was ever able to get close enough to see exactly how they came out, and satellite imagery was useless- all you'd see is a black dome above where they come out.

What are they? Haven't you seen the news? Jeez, it's like you just came out of a coma... They're like Demonic Cats. Not like the tiny pet ones, I'm talkin Cougar-sized, or bigger. Yeah, you can kill them, but it can be pretty tough if you don't know what you're doing. Me? Yeah, I know how to kill them. Apart from their attacks, they're just flesh, organ, and bone.

Their attacks? Simple. You know Zombies? Pretty similar concept- They attack you, they bite into you, and they hold you there for a little while, 'bout five minutes. After that, there's no turning back, not that we know of. You become a... not quite a zombie... You know what a Thrall is? Unintelligent, obeying orders given to it by it's master, always looks dark and foreboding, but pretty tough, cause they don't feel pain (we think). The only word we have for them is "Thralls," at least around here. If you can get away in the first five minutes, you've got a chance, assuming you don't bleed to death. The sooner, the better. Can't really tell what makes the real difference from person to person.

The bastards hate the light, big time. They can creep around in the shadows REALLY well, and usually congregate in dark places. Shine a strong light on them, though... it's like an acid burn to us. They don't really need food, from what we know. We've cleared 'em out of supermarkets, and the place has always been fully stocked.

Eh? It's only been about a month since they started appearing. Scary, huh? Took out almost a third of our population, and scared another third off, all in a month. Look, if you want to survive, you're gonna need a gun, talk to Jesse about that. Never go out at night, we'll keep patrols running. Livin in a walmart might not be the most fun thing, but we've got food here, and the distributors are still sending it out. We're trying to group together all the people we can, keep 'em organized. Might be able to find a way to finish these bastards off, somehow.

Eh? Oh, yeah. The name's Roy. I guess I'm kinda the leader here. Anyhow, go talk to Jesse, she'll try and scrounge up a gun for ya.

A word before we begin- This RP is meant to be a sort of "Modern/Half-Apocalypse." Yes, the world has been screwed over. But people are still alive, still working, still being people. Cars still run, electricity still runs through power lines, and people still develop relationships.

On the topic of relationships, go for it. I personally don't like Yaoi/Yuri, but I won't stop one such relationship from developing. Just remember, when it starts to get saucy, take it to PMs, and/or timeskip.

On the topic of the plot, I have one in mind. It's simple, which allows for folk to be independent and creative. However, if we start to deviate from this plot too much, please allow me to put it back on track. Sideplots are fine, as long as they don't take up the entire RP.

If you want to know the plot I have in mind, or have questions as to whether or not the plot you have in mind conflicts with mine, PM me, and I'll fill you in on what you need to know.

On characters, remember that you're little more than a normal person. I don't want ANY military personnel, unless you have a good reason for them to be in the RP.

Finally, I'd like to thank Hakabakashii. Originally, he had a dream about this, and told me about it. Now, I'm making it into an RP. So, thanks for the idea, Shinme.

Now, that in mind, this RP is OPEN! I'll post first to set the setting.

Oh, and we're in Phoenix, AZ, USA. Specifically, the Glendale area. Mostly because I know where things are, there, and can make it more realistic.

(Lemme open this with the character...)

Name: Yorgi

Male, 23yo, brown hair, 5'11", 180 Lbs.

Scrapper/Salvager. Skilled fighter, but somewhat insane. Only one known to be crazy enough to get into a fist fight with one of the demons. And live to rip it's head off. Some say he was an ex-operative. He corrects them by telling them he was a Spetsnaz heavy. The only thing that kept his commander from putting him in command was that he tended to head in head first.

Armament
> Sawn Off 12 Gauge. Your standard 12 gauge sawn off shotgun. But of course, Yorgi figured out a means of modifying it. He turned the standard two barrel, two shot into a semi auto, single barrel, clip fed beast. To be honest, he probably could've just shortened a standard 12 gauge, but as stated before, he's crazy.

> Slug-Thrower "X-2" Six-shot, Revolver-like Shotgun. High recoil, takes getting used to. His has been modified with a carving blade under the barrel in case he has to reload but doesn't have the room. Lovingly nicknamed the X-2 model by Jesse.

> Bladed gloves. Yorgi took his basic gloves, attached metal to them, then added more metal. Then sharpened that metal. Then, after ripping enough hellcat's head's off, he started taking their teeth and claws to them. At this point, his hands are about as vicious as the demons he kills with them.

Clothing and Characteristics
>Tends to either wear jeans and a t-shirt or just the jeans. The shirt can be constricting.
>His boots are his most important piece of clothing. And he, of course, bladed those as well.
>Tends to be the first to run into a building, and the last to come out.
>Very well built, and constantly exercising. Some think that he sees this as a final mission from the Spetsnaz.
>As per military rule, he keeps his hair shaved, and does so with a straight razor every morning. But he doesn't worry as much about his facial hair, keeping a neat goatee.
>Not the fastest, but definitely one of the strongest. His criminal sociopathy probably helps.

Quote
>"The solution is simple. Everyone who is trying to survive is in my squad. Thralls and the demons are our enemies. I kill my enemies. That is my mission, and I don't plan to fail."

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Yorgi grins at the shout from Roy. "As you say, comrade." He muttered as he grabbed a flare, smiling wickedly as he cracked his knuckles. he slid his fists into the bladed gauntlets and stepped forward, lighting the flare against a serrated edge.

"Here, beasties... Come out and play...." He said loudly, tossing the flare down an aisle. he looked around for his prey. Then he saw movement.

"Now I have you!" He yelled, diving at it fist first. It moved too quick for him to correct it. Instead, his fist hit a display, knocking over a few twelve packs of Pepsi. He pulled his fist free only to have to rip off a few cans. he took one to drink from, then he turned, grinning as he noticed he was staring into the eyes of the Hellcat he swung at. It brought up it's paw to swing, and Yorgi responded in kind. The blades stuck into the creatures arm as it howled in pain. He ripped his fist free, laughing a little as he swung with his other hand, sticking solid into the beast's neck. It howled again before shoving his first hand in it's throat.

"Now, squirm, beast!" He said as he yelled as he twisted his fist in the creatures throat, then ripped it out, taking the jaw along with.

He grinned, walking over to pick up the flare. "I got one too, boss!" Yorgi yelled, looking around to see if it were clear. "But there's bound to be another! I can smell them..."