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A New Insurgence Has Occured


Recently a series of prototype Artificial Intelligence known as "Angels" have created a large upheaval, the majority of which is focused in out capitol of Metropollis. The creator of this series of A.I., a young inventor named Crea, has withdrawn and gives no comment to this most recent turn of events of the "Renegade Angels."

Last week, a berzerker Angel was caught by a team of skilled hunters - two of which were only injured while the third was killed in a gas explosion undoubtedly caused by the Angel, although evidence has not yet been found through the reckage.

The Angel, coded as number 24497 - a member of Prototype Darling, one of the first types of Angels - was completly combusted as a result of the explosion and only minor fragments of the Angel have been found.

24497 is believed to have been the cause of four other humans in various other...(ctd., pE5)

Angels:

--Angels are machinery created with an intellegence and a program that allows them at least the facade of human emotions, although the truth of whether they really "feel" or not is still being debated.
--Angels start with two cords (or cables or whatever) stemming from the back of their skull. They can retract these cords to appear human.
--Malfunctioning Angels "grow" cords and the more cords there are, the more dangerous the Angel is and the closer it is to falling into fault (which basically means imploding).
--Malfunctioning Angels gain limitted powers, but the details of this are unknown to the mass population. Angels must have their cables out in order to use their powers.
--Every Angel has an identifying barcode on their neck that coincides with their identification number (which shall be explained later).
--When Angels fully malfunction (called "falling into fault" or "falling"), they grow tumor/scar-like markings appear on their skin. When they reach the very bottom of Falling, they implode.
--Angered malfunctioning Angels generally let out an acrid gas which is poisonous to the majority of the human population (although by now they tend to have gas masks always with them).
--Angels are often used to replace a missing family member or to somehow fill a void in some human's heart.
--Not all Angels have malfunctioned.
--Angels are NOT automatically identifiable from humans. Hunters must observe the general population or be tracking a specific Angel in order to find them.


Hunters:

--Hunters are humans (meaning no powers).
--They all either carry air filters/gas masks or are born immune to an Angel's gas.
--Every hunter has some kind of technologically advanced weapon that they favor, which is sponsored by the government (which is doing everything it can to kill off all the Angels). The government tracks Angels, but it is not perfect. The system often picks up minor glitches (computer viruses/bugs) and quite often overlooks Angels.
--Depending on how much an Angel is malfunctioning (meaning the level of difficulty it is to kill), the government pays the hunter a certain amount for each Angel he or she kills.



The Different Angels:

THere are seven prototypes of Angels, all of which can be created at any time.


First created was MELODY. MELODY Angels are identified as having a number that begins with a 1 (any number of digits behind it, although the norm is at least four digits after the 1).

Second was DARLING. DARLINGs begin with a 2.

THird was GIFT ((I think you all understand the pattern by now)).

Fourth was TUMBLE.

Fifth was WISH.

Sixth was DEEP.

Seventh was LUMINESCE.


THe meanings of these names are unknown, but clues have been left.


((THese clues are poems written by the creator, Crea Malkani. I shall be posting one of these every now and then.))



HINTS UNCOVERED:

[ONE]




MELODY

a song
blown by
breeze

[TWO]



DARLING

a heated
rapid and
deep sensation
heald between
hands

NOTE:
As far as prototypes go... you may select your own, but I will most likely revise it (so be prepared). Each prototype means something, but since I am not yet ready to say what, I will be choosing this part. When the time comes, I will fill everyone in. =3

PROFILE APPLICATIONS:


Angels:


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Humans:


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...Yes, I like in depth profiles.

Updates:

--1/13/07: Second Clue is up!! Please try to figure these out, people. Who ever can figure this out will get art. :B
--12/19/06: First clue (Crea's poem) is up!! GO check it out. If you can figure out what any of the poems refure to, I'll give you a prize (maybe).
--12/19/06: RP is open!! <3

Sighing heavily, getting off of the bus that he had nearly missed, Sain shifted his backpack on his shoulder and made his way off of the stairs to the street sidewalk.
His glasses adjusting to a light blue color as the sunlight was quite bright when he stepped out of the bus.
His bright blue eyes moved about the station, he whent to step away from the stop when he realized all to sudenly that someone was coming his way.
He steped backwards and sideways, bumping into someone behind him.
"Jesus!" He cursed, tumbling over and landing on his back, nearly ontop of the person he had tripped over.
He nearly caused an accident, getting up off of the road just in time.
But, his back pack, which had his homework and lunch in it, was squashed into a nearby puddle.

For a few seconds he just layed there, on his stomach, looking at his squashed stuff with a blank frown.
"Just my luck." He cursed a few more times, getting up and brushing himself off.
"Hey, are you ok?" He asked the person he had tripped over, leaning down and offering the young boy with strange colored hair.

Rynn strolled his way out and down the steps of one of the local banks, rolling a coin between his fingers. He had just completed yet another 'mission' and had deposited most of his meager earnings. This particular Angel wasn't nearly the strongest he had dealt with before. The worst damage he received was a couple scrapes on his forearms and smudges of dirt here and there. Barely scuffed, he thought while wiping at a patch of dirt on his cheek.

"I'm going to have to kick things up some if I want to keep eating this week," he muttered to himself, pocketing the coin. Luck has been scarce for the hunter for awhile. It took him nearly a whole three months to track the one Angel and for only a small pay. 'Maybe I'll hit a streak of luck soon,' he thought with a sigh as he continued down the street.

It wasn't but a couple steps until his feet almost got tangled with a cat that seemed to have darted from out of nowhere. Luckily, he managed to avoid both falling and stepping on the animal. He gave it a glare before starting off. Didn't look like he was going to get away so easily, though. The creature, supposedly out of its frightened state, seemed to decide to not only follow Rynn, but persist to rub against his leg. Once more the hunter stopped and looked down at the cat who merely meowed eagerly. Leaning over, he picked it up by the scruff of its neck and glared bluntly. "Are you trying to cause trouble, little pest?"

Rynn's gaze drifted curiously to the boy who so suddenly approached. He rose a brow with the hurried question, just barely catching the meaning. A quick glance was spared back at the stray which he still held suspended in midair, before he asked, "You want this cat?" Of course he couldn't make things overly easy by just handing it over. Instead he brought the animal to himself, cradled in one arm as he scratched his head earning a appreciative purr. "Is it yours?" He always believed himself to be more of a dog person, but for some reason cats would never quite leave him alone. He still had light scars remaining on his legs from where his aunt's cats used him as a scratching post years ago.