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 Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 4:59 pm
 World of the damned Info: The year is 2032. Technology has advanced greatly, both military and civil. It seemed like the second coming of La Renascence. But, it all came to an end two years after many a great achievements in the military sector. Nuclear missiles of Russian origin came out of knowere and swept most of the world population away. The whole earth has been taken over by order of the Russia president Markov Akula in an act to acquire control over all resources and territory. But most importantly, to find four refugees who have control over mystic powers. These four are named Aéras, Fotiá, Vrontí & Skiá. Aéras is from Moscow, Russia. Vrontí is from Sendai, Japan. Fotiá is from northern England. And finally, Skiá is from the Saraha. Each and every one of these beings have been subjected to a great amount of scientific experiments, resulting in their choice of armor. Their true self ~(Armored form and special ability) is only revealed when they have come to par with their inner self. Vrontí is the only one to have come to term with her inner self, or so the Russian archives say. On the the run, nobody to trust, the whole world after them, there is little hope for these magic wielding beings. Their only hope is to find a way to rise a rebellion against the Russians. Will they survive? Only time will tell in this world of the damned.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 5:02 pm
Available Characters: Protagonists Aéras, the fallen angel ~ Azura Snowheart Fotiá, the rising pheonix ~ Open Vrontí, the witch ~ TalentedTori Skiá, the sound of death ~ Open Rebels Rebel leader ~ (Character name here) ~Open ~Open ~Open ~Open Antagonists Markov Akula, President of Russia ~ Open ~Open ~Open ~Open ~Open
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 5:39 pm
Rules: ~You are not god, give others a chance.~No auto hits please. We are trying to be fair.~Only make as many characters as you can handle, because if you cant control them all, I will have to remove them and that bores me and puts me in a bad move.~Please send your profiles to me in a PM with your character's name as the title, then wait until it is accepted here.~These rules are subject to change, so please keep an eye on them.(Character skeletons) [align=center][size=24]Protagonist[/size][/align]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b] (Shy, Outgoing... you know what I mean...)
[b]Likes:[/b] (You Need Five. Insert after the hearts.)
[b]<3
<3
<3
<3
<3[/b]
[b]Dislikes:[/b] (Again you need five and again, insert them after the hearts.)
[b][b]Bio:[/b] (Please nothing more than three paragraphs... And not super long paragraphs either, Mr./Mrs. "I need to make everything too long")
[b]Special Abilities:[/b] (What can you do that's special? Whats your talent/modification? You can't do everything though...)
[b]Theme Song:[/b] (Pick a song! any song!)
[b]Creator's Name:[/b] (This should be easy: Its your username)
[b]Post Color:[/b] (This is a must!)
[b]Image:[/b] (Use in all of your posts. Nothing real.)
~ (Normal)
~ (Armor) This image can be found in the link in the description bio for this RP. (Remaining: [url=http://www.destructoid.com/elephant/ul/110489-persona4_characterart_persona_izanagi_small.jpg]Skiá[/url])((Vrontí ignores this rule))
[align=center][size=24]Rebel[/size][/align]
[b]Name:[/b] (First name only, please. Nothing Else.)
[b]Nickname:[/b](Optional. If you don't have one put N/A)
[b]Gender:[/b] (Male or Female)
[b]Age:[/b] (19 to 55 only please)
[b]Height:[/b] (Feet and inches)
[b]Weight:[/b] (Pounds please)
[b]Hair Color:[/b] (Yes, It can be some off-the-wall color like pink)
[b]Eye Color:[/b] (Again, It can be some off-the-wall color like pink)
[b]Skin Color:[/b] (Okay [u]THIS[/u] time nothing off-the-wall. Like pink.)
[b]Other Distinguishing Features:[/b] (Scars? Jewelry?)
[b]Personality:[/b] (Shy, Outgoing... you know what I mean...)
[b]Sexuality:[/b] (Straight? Gay? Bisexual?)
[b]Relationship Status:[/b] (Fill this in later on in the plot. For now, put N/A)
[b]Best Friends:[/b] (You will list your friends here later on in the plot. For now, put N/A)
[b]Likes:[/b] (You Need Five. Insert after the hearts.)
[b]<3
<3
<3
<3
<3[/b]
[b]Dislikes:[/b] (Again you need five and again, insert them after the hearts.)
[b][b]Bio:[/b] (Please nothing more than three paragraphs... And not super long paragraphs either, Mr./Mrs. "I need to make everything too long")
[b]Weapons:[/b] (Nothing that would be considered overkill)
[b]Theme Song:[/b] (Pick a song! any song!)
[b] Creator's Name:[/b] (This should be easy: Its your username)
[b]Post Color:[/b] (This is a must!)
[b]Image:[/b] (Use in all of your posts. Nothing real.)
[align=center][size=24]Russians[/size][/align]
[b]Name:[/b] (Markov Akula or First name only, please. Nothing Else.)
[b]Nickname:[/b](Optional. If you don't have one put N/A)
[b]Class:[/b] (Medic, infantry, pilot, mech pilot ect...)
[b]Gender:[/b] (Male or Female)
[b]Age:[/b] (20 to 50 only please)
[b]Height:[/b] (Feet and inches)
[b]Weight:[/b] (Pounds please)
[b]Hair Color:[/b] (Yes, It can be some off-the-wall color like pink)
[b]Eye Color:[/b] (Again, It can be some off-the-wall color like pink)
[b]Skin Color:[/b] (Okay [u]THIS[/u] time nothing off-the-wall. Like pink.)
[b]Other Distinguishing Features:[/b] (Scars? Tattoos?)
[b]Personality:[/b] (Shy, Outgoing... you know what I mean...)
[b]Sexuality:[/b] (Straight? Gay? Bisexual?)
[b]Likes:[/b] (You Need Five. Insert after the hearts.)
[b]<3
<3
<3
<3
<3[/b]
[b]Dislikes:[/b] (Again you need five and again, insert them after the hearts.)
[b][b]Bio:[/b] (Please nothing more than three paragraphs... And not super long paragraphs either, Mr./Mrs. "I need to make everything too long")
[b]Special equipment:[/b] (One only please. Something like a jammer, or hacking device, ect...)
[b]Weapon:[/b]
[b]Theme Song:[/b] (Pick a song! any song!)
[b] Creator's Name:[/b] (This should be easy: Its your username)
[b]Post Color:[/b] (This is a must!)
[b]Image:[/b] (Use in all of your posts. Nothing real.)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 5:50 pm
Accepted Profiles Name: Aéras Age: 20 Personality: Quiet, laid back, loyal, fun to be around at times, serious, sometimes cold blooded. Likes: <3 Reading
<3 Sketching
<3 Maya, Telphina & Chimera his swords
<3 Apples
<3 Fotiá cat_rolleyes Dislikes:
Bio: Aéras never really believed that the advances were for the greater good. He always believed that there was some sort of reason that was hidden from the public eye for the sudden release of these advancements. His suspicion was the one thing that kept him from death that afternoon. He came home late, only to be welcomed by the scent of death. His mother was filled with lead in the bedroom, while his father was impaled into the wall, still holding onto his sword. But his sister was nowhere to be found. He knew the reason they came for him. He knew it all too well. His sister and him are both beings with control over magic powers. He knew what he had to do. He packed his things, grabbed his father's sword, and fled the country. On his travels, he has met three other beings with the same powers who were fleeing as well.
Special Abilities: Well, apart from magic, Aéras has a special form. When highly agitated, or backed into a corner, Aéras will shift into his Angeal form. This form increases his speed, strength and focus. He can also release his swords spirits.
Theme Song: Hero of War ~ Rise Against
Creator's Name: Azura Snowheart
Post Color: Silver, Teal
Image: Normal
Armored
Angeal Form
Maya (Human form)
Telphina(Human form)
Name: Vrontí, the witch
Age: She is 300 years old, she has a nice long lifespan because of her witch status. But even this age is old for witches themselves. She looks about 100.
Personality: Kind, quiet
Likes: (You Need Five. Insert after the hearts.)
<3 Helping others
<3 Young, bright, intelligent minds and loves listening to their ideas.
<3 Talk of a more peaceful time.
<3 Quiet peace and silent, especially at night.
<3Nature
Dislikes: (Again you need five and again, insert them after the hearts.)
Bio: Has been persecuted for many years, is tired, but appears to have all energy in battle and will fight to the ends of the time.
Special Abilities: Her main power is wind, causing things around her to lift lightly and use it as a weapon towards her enemy. Best used with distance and helps to cause distance. In times of great power, for when she is not tired, a power she has not had for 100 years. To push her enemy back with a gust of wind that blows from her being.
Theme Song: All that Jazz from Chicago
Creator's Name: TalentedTori
Post Color: brown
Image: Me
Name: Fotiá
Age: 20
Personality: Loyal, somewhat serious, slightly violent, fun... sometimes.
Likes:
<3 Peace.
<3 Writing.
<3 Laughing.
<3 Friends.
<3 ...kissing.
Dislikes:
Bio: Fotiá had never been one for the new advancements... neither had her family, naturally, but she herself had been dead set against them. She was always certain that there was something lingering in the background... a hidden clause that would tear the world apart.
And she found herself to be correct, unfortunatly. After her family was massacred by Markov's men, Fotiá found herself suddenly a loner. Sure... her life is rather boring, aside from the occasional attack... but she gets on well enough. She fled her homeland in the Northern reaches of Britain to find others like her... which will hopefully happen soon, if anyone else is still alive. At some points she begins to believe that she is the only one left standing... hopefully she can prove that theory wrong once and for all.
She's been by herself for a awhile now, and is longing to find someone to talk to. Anyone will do, really... anyone at all.
Special Abilities: Apart from the run of the mill magic stuff, Fotiá has this special form... she goes super nova. Well, a better way to put it is she turns into a Phoenix. It hasn't happened yet, but there's a chance she may overheat if she ever does go into that form. Even she has her head limit... whatever crazy degree that might be.
Theme Song: I'm Going Under.
Creator's Name: Ally of Memories
Post Color: Unavailable as of yet.
Image:Normal ol' Fotiá
Armored
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 6:22 pm
(((Alright, so I'm just going to jump right on in.))) Vronti picked up her skirt and looked behind her, running on nothing but a field of dirt for the past mile. Looking past to see a couple of humans on some levitating scooters of some sort. Turning past to the front to see only more open field ahead, more room for them to catch her. But, more room for her to run. She only kept distance with the wind that blew beneath her feet, causing her to run a bit faster than the scooters that chased her.
Wind began to pick up to her face, blowing her brown hair out of her tired fair, ducking her head down as a small smile inched upon her face. Just what I needed.
With a quick turn of her feet, her thin boots fell upon the dirt. Facing towards the scooters, and with her hands rising from her sides, she carried the dirt from the ground with the wind that blew her hair towards them. Causing their own dust storm. And as the dust and dirt flew at them, clods of it landing on their faces, blinding them temporarily, their scooters whirred in protest.
She turned back around, the wind whistling as her feet kicked up and began running again. That should cause an ample amount of distance between them, at least enough distance to find someplace to hide.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 6:30 pm
Aéras Current state: Normal self, Healthy His watch kept ticking, each sound echoing louder and louder each time in his head. He knew that he should have not taken that medication with a shot of vodka to wash it down the other night. He shifted from his left side to his right, moving his arm away from his head. He still kept hearing sounds, but it sounded more like those damn Russian G.L.I.D.E.R scouts on patrol again. He slowly moved himself out from under the rock he was sleeping at, and positioned himself on top of it to get a better view. He watched as they came closer and closer into view, and studied their path until he realized that they were chasing a woman, and were headed straight for him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 6:43 pm
Vronti looked to see someone clutching his forehead. Her eyes wide as she saw him, but she couldn't very well turn back. He looked as if he was in pain of some sort, and he was on the ground. Not hovering like the two lunatics behind her. With an extra gust of wind she could probably get past him easily, just another to run past. With a small duck of her head, her eyes still meeting his as she picked up her feet at a small quicker pace. The rumble of the earth still silent as the scooters still growled at the dirt.
A sudden change of wind and her course was slightly altered, a bit of a gust from the left, and a harsher one from behind and she sped forward. Bringing her hands about in front of her in attempts to change direction. Watching the dirt as she did so, and as she focused on the uncontrollable wind she felt herself fall into someone. Seeing the grey hair from a moment ago fly into her face, another gust of wind and she fell forward, lying on top of him.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:33 am
 Fotiá pushed a lock of strangley bright blue hair from her eyes, feeling perspiration gathering along her temples and the back of her neck. It was hot... very hot. But then again the blue haired female had the tendancy to be rather hot at all times... she, like the other persecuted on this dreaful planet, had a special power...
Which of course could get her killed, and nearly had several times before. At the moment the skinny little Brit was standing on a rock, eyes scanning the horizon for anything of interest. The gray hues loomed out across the landscape with a look of almost boredom... wouldn't something fun happen today?
Smirking quietly at the thought she cocked her head to the side, popping her neck before rolling her shoulders.
She could hear them... the scooters. Someone of mild interest had discovered where she was.
Turning to glance over her shoulder she rose a single eyebrow with a look of almost amusement, eyes resting on a single man riding along on his hovering vehicle. He looked almost scared... though he still came after her.
"Pah, pointless." She muttered under her breath, voice thick with annoyance. She had a delightful British accent despite her current mood, a voice that was smooth and fluent.
Turning back around she stepped forward off of the rock and let gravity take over, her body falling from the tip before plummenting to the ground below. It wasn't a long fall... though it sort of hurt when she landed. Ignoring the shot of pain running up her legs from her ankles she grit her teeth, taking off at a sprint.
She was fast... but not fast enough.
"Hey, hey you! Stop!" the man on the hovering bike yelled, sunglasses concealing his current facial expression. Rolling her stormy gray eyes Fotiá picked up the pace, a amused expression crossing her petite face before she suddenly turned.
Gritting her teeth she threw her hand out behind her, a bright ball of orange and red flying from her small hand. It was pure fire... burning hot and ready to kill.
It flew through the air with well aimed precisen that the young woman had gotten from years of practicing in her backyard.
The man had no time to swerve... the fire ball made contact, his glasses falling off to reveal pure terror, perhaps horror.
Boom.
The whole ground shook as the hovering bike exploded, the mans body flying out of sight. Smirking slightly to young woman slowed her pace, turning to find she had run up on a pair of..
Well, were they a couple?
The girl was on top of the male... huh. Cowgirl, eh? Pulling her lip up in mild disgust she rose a eyebrow, stepping carefully towards the two to close the distance between them.
"...am I interuppting something?" She asked plainly, eyebrow still arched above her right eye.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 3:16 pm
Vronti's eyes blinked a bit as she looked to the boy with grey hair and back to the bright blue haired girl. Her mouth agape in a bit of surprise while her hands lay flat at the sides of his head as she propped herself up. Looking back to him as she smirked a bit. "As a matter of fact."
Her face leaning close to the boys, her nose pressing against his as she let out a loud laugh, calling a small gust of wind to her as she rolled over on her back away from the boy. Straightening herself as her feet landed gracefully on the ground with a bit more aid from the wind. Looking down to her dress as her hands waved out a few wrinkles. Her eyes glancing back to the hovering scooters, seeing the remains of a charred corpse, and the other turning back, his voice calling out over the hum of his scooter as he rode away. "Witch!"
She brought a hand to her mouth as she let out a light laugh, looking back to the girl, closing the distance between them while she stuck her hand out for a handshake. "I was running away from the scooters when I fell upon this young man."
The distance now completely closed between them as her hand now remained in front of her for optimal introduction. "I'm Vronti, and I assume that fire mess was your doing?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:00 pm
Fotiá cocked a eyebrow, looking at the pair with a almost annoyed expression. Couldn't they do this whole lovey-dovey thing somewhere else? Granted she wasn't aware the two didn't know each other... but oh well, she didn't care one way or the other. She just didn't want to see anything disgusting happening in broad daylight.
Sighing quietly she watched the girl advance towards her with a almost cheery expression, eyebrow still raised above her gray eye.
"..." she looked blankly at the woman in her dress... why was she in a dress, anyways? Fotiá was wearing a pair of jeans that hugged her curves and a t-shirt... hey! When you had to run for your life you didn't tend to get dressed up.
Well.
Unless you were this chic right here. Glancing over her shoulder she heard the man call the word witch, a smirk covering her face. Aw, he was just mad that she'd charred his little friend.
They had it coming.
Turning her head she looked at the girl with a sideways glance, sighing. She was lonely... but not lonely enough to talk to some weirdo who was about to do something really weird with a gu-
Oh.
Wait.
She just said she had accidently fallen on him... Oh! Okay then! Fotiá decided they must not be that bad, then. Returning the bright smile she gripped the girls tiny hand, wincing at how cold it was.
Then again everything was cold to the girl.
"Fotiá," she said cheerfully, British accent smooth as silk, "And yes, yes it was."
There was a explosion as the fire reached the gas-tanks behind Fotiá's back, but she didn't even flinch.
She was used to stuff blowin' up.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 6:35 pm
Vronti's eyebrows raised as she received the sideways glance. Her smile still remaining on her face. She guess she could see where she was coming from, everyone was being persecuted. It was best not to be too friendly and end up getting hurt.
Vronti's smile widening as the sideways glance and she was returned with a smile. Her hand joining in the shake, and slipping out of her grasp as she said her name. What a lovely name. British, that was easy to tell, whether she had spent years around Englishmen or not. But, then again, it was easy enough to hear the accent in America where she stayed for awhile, they did adore that accent so.
Her eyes glancing back to the scooter as it blew up, her shoulders raising as the heels of her feet left the ground for a moment. A laugh escaping her lips as she looked to the girl un-phased by the explosion. "Impressive."
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 1:26 pm
Aéras Current state: Normal self, Healthy Everything happened so fast. First the girl falling on him, then another coming out of knowere, then the magic... Magic? "Guess I'm not alone, huh?" He thought to himself as he pulled himself up from the ground. He stood there, looking out into the distance, completely ignoring the two females small talk as he scanned the outer reach's. He sighed. "Guess they weren't alone, figures." He spoke in a low tone. In a flash of blue fire and a loud cracking sound, a large black magic circle appeared into the air in front of him. He followed by biting his thumb and letting a drop of blood hover in the middle of the circle. In a second, the circle disappeared, and in its place was a prefect copy of the two women and himself. "Forbidden art, ryeanimirovat' ten' dvoĭnoĭ.(Russian for: reanimated shadow double.)" He called out, causing the bodies to nod, then run off in different directions. He sighed, then turned to face the other *REAL* people. "We shouldn't stay here for long. More of them will be on our trail once the duplicate's life span runs out." He briefly explained, until he slightly toppled over onto the rock, still woozy from the med/vodka combo. "Orororororororororo..." He barely managed to say as he laid there on the ground, twitching slightly.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 5:12 pm
Vronti turned as the boy stood, flashing a small smile to him as his eyes met theirs. How un-phased he was by the incident, bringing her hand to her mouth as a soft laugh escaped her lips. Guess he was used to girls falling on him.
Her eyebrows arched and she gave a few blinks as she saw the duplicates. Walking over to touch one. And as her hand reached out to touch them he spoke the strange words. And as they gave a nod, Vronti pulled her hand away, and watched them run off. Her vision turning back to the boy as he spoke of the duplicate's life span. She gave a nod, looking around the area to dirt, dirt.....and more dirt. Where were they supposed to go?
She turned back to the boy as she opened her mouth to voice the question, when he had fallen over the rock and began to speak strangely. Walking over to him as she saw him twitch. Her dress swaying to the ground as she fell to his side. Knees dug into the dirt as her hands lay on his twitching arms. Doing nothing to stop the twitching man, the strange noise still coming out of his mouth.
Her eyes searching back and forth as she shook her head. Bringing a hand back to her face as she pulled a strand of hair from her eyes. Only to better reveal the fear she felt for this boy. There weren't any healers around and she certainly wasn't one. Looking back to the bright blue haired girl, her voice calling loudly over the small distance. "Fotiá, there must be something you can do!?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 3:06 pm
Aéras Current state: Normal self, Healthy Aéras lifted his hand in objection. "I'm fine... Just a little woozy after a mishap with meds... I'd rather not talk about it right now... We have to go anyways." He explained as he stood again, using the rock as a support. "I'm Aéras, by the way. A magic user, like yourselves." He continued as he put on of his hands onto the rock while the other was in his pocket. In yet another loud cracking sound and burst of blue flame, the rock changed into a white ninjabike almost twice his length. "We'd better hurry, they've already caught one of the clones." He briefly explained as he looked back towards the two. He started up the motor, causing it to roar to life. "How I missed going into mach 0.4 (462km/h)." He told himself as he sat down on it.
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