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In a country ruled by communism, fantasy and tech are driven into the underground. |
| [Introduction]
Communism has dominated the entire country of the United States. Creatures of Old and Technology of New are driven underground. If a person is caught with magic or technology.. they are executed on the spot, no questions asked. You are a part of an underground resistance faction trying to win back everyone's freedom. Rules: Any Race Technology or Magic or Both Description What s/he was before communism drove him underground. Knowledge Background info For example: Seras Litblade Female Succubi Magic and Tech Height :5' 6" Hair : Black Eyes : Red Clothes : Loincloth and Breastbands of dark red leather. Weapon : Her kiss, claws, stilleto, sniper rifle that fires paralysis bullet Info: Seras was a whore before communism killed a majority of her cousins and customers.. She works as an assassin for the highest bidder. No matter who they are. She wants to slay any male that opposes her and says she is not his equal or superior. Very defiant and if someone issues her commands she will shoot the person on the spot. Very stubborn, Intelligent, Rash. Knowledge : Knows about long range weapons, hand to hand. Nothing else. You don't have to make descriptions that descriptive. ---------------------------------------------- Rule : I am imposing a rule from now on.... You are given 3 days to submit. If you email me saying you need additional time, you will be given an additional week that is it. I am getting really impatient with people who do not submit quick enough. |
Stev Dias Male Drow Elf Tech (small amount of magic) Height : 6'2" Weight : 145 lbs. Hair : Silver with streaks of blue Eyes : Amethyest flecked with emarald Skin : Pale white (can't get in the sun.. it wounds his race) Clothes: Dark Midnight Cloak w/ Hood Silver Silk Tunic (no sleeves) Black Leather-like Pants Weapons: Serrated Longsword Spiked Chainmail Gauntlet 2 Desert Eagles that fire random elemental shells Knowledge : Hacking, Martial Arts, Espionage, Assasination, Thieving Background : Stev was a mercenary assassin before communism was brought to the country. He hired himself out to the resistance to aid them in surviving. Communists do not like him for assassination of leaders in Orlando, FL and Tampa, Fl. He met up with Seras in Tampa and saved her from an officer's execution. Personality : Defies authority, Rash, Intelligent, Stubborn, play's Devil's Advocate, Extremely Honest, Charismatic. ~~~~~~ just repeating you don't have to be that descriptive.. if you want to be a communist go ahead.. makes things funner for us! Let's make this fun! |
| Tarot Time Male Human Tech (small amount of magic) Height: 6’1” Weight: 105 lbs. Hair: White short hair Eyes: Pure White with black highlights Skin: Pale White Clothes: Long Black Trench coat Black armour underneath Black gloves and black shoes. Black sunglasses Weapons: Sniper Rifle ( fires poisonous rounds) Twin Pistols Knowledge: Assassination, Snipering, stealth, Murder Background: Tarot was once a young hit man, armed with his fathers Sniper. He become one of the most feared assassinator in the world. His talents were robbed as communism was brought to the country. Many people asking for jobs, murder was his game. And Tarot cards were his hobby. He had predicted the coming of Communism and it’s downfalls. Now, 17 years of age. He has allies with the dark elves and wishes for more gainful opportunities. |
Mapha Hurler Female, Human Tech (knows a great deal about magic, but is scared to use it.) Height: 5’9 Weight: 7 stone Hair: Long black, reaches middle of her back. Eyes: Very bright blue Skin: Very pale, burns easy. Weapon: Only a small knife. Long dark purple Trench coat Matching dark purple trousers. Black boats. Black sunglasses Knowledge: Knows many languages, magic information, fighting skills, and navigation. Background : Mapha was a gymnast, Pagan teacher, and kick boxing teacher before communism was brought to the country. She hired herself out to the resistance to aid them in surviving. She thought her magical anf fighting ability would help them to win. Personality : Will take any order and command, and is always the peace maker. Kind at heart, but if anything gets in her way they soon know about it. |
| Imbrium Tyr Male Fallen Angel Magic (Very little technical knowleged Height : 6'4" Weight : 190 lbs. Hair : Brown with copper and crimson highlighs Eyes : Jade Skin : Pale white (Angel skin never tans or burns) Clothes: Dark green tunic (no sleeves) Blue Jeans Sterling armlets, bracelets, rings, chokers, hair-ties, anklets, ear-cuffs Weapons: Jade gauntlets Sterling glaive Knowledge : Martial Arts, Restoration, Magic, Nature Background : Imbrium was thrown from heaven for helping the people who opposed communism in Earth's war. Personality : Defies authority, Confident, Intelligent, Stubborn, Extremely Honest, Charismatic. |
| Name: Eisynia Tyne Gender/Race: Female Half Siren, Half Mermaid Skill: Magic (strong in magic, but knows little of technology) Height: Well, in mermaid form, her tail makes her a couple inches longer, but if she's standing up (out of the water, she forms legs), she's 5'10 Weight: Lighter as a fish-woman, but in humanesque form, she's 145lbs Hair: Long, with kinky curls caused by the sea. It's sky blue, with a turquoise green stripes through them. Braided randomly and tied with seaweed, with shells woven in and schtuff. Eyes: Large, bright sea-green eyes that change color with both her emotions and the weather around her. If she's mad, they turn this ominous gray-green; the same color it turns if there's a bad storm. If she's really happy, they're a bright, deep-see blue. Average mood, more green, etc etc. Skin: Very dark and tanned, with added sparklies added by the salt in the water. Healthy and very well taken care of, it's a golden brown color that humans can only attain with dangerous time in the sun, fake tanners, or tanning salons. Other Appearance: If she is not in the water, she turns into a humanoid with legs, etc. When she is a human, she is a curvaceous, beautiful woman with a dazzling smile and legs that go on forever. Large breasted and long limbed, with a firm, muscular, well proportioned body and a great bone structure. She also wears clothing in this form. And, because of her half Siren blood, she also has great eagle wings in the same color as her fin (look down). When she becomes submerged in water, the legs change into a purpley-blue fin with swirls of pinks, greens, and golds. The rest of her body is the same, except for the wings, which turn into the decorative-like fins that Chinese Fighting Fish have. If anything, her human half becomes more voluptuous and her breasts are covered with the same scales that make up her fin. Clothing (obviously applies only to humanoid form): A short skort-thing made of overlapping silks and mesh in the same color as her fin/scales. You don't see anything, gentlemen, and it falls to mid-thigh. It sits at about the same place as hip-huggers. Her shirt is a glorified breast-band and in the same style/color as her skirt. She generally goes barefoot, but will wear some sandals if she has to, and always wears a small conch on a hemp cord. Weapons: Her voice. As a Mer-Siren, her voice is possibly the most beautiful you will hear, and the most seductive. She can hypnotise with it, control your mind, etc etc. It is one of her greatest weapons. Did I mention the claws she can grow in both forms, and the teeth in her Siren form? Well, she has those too. And a staff that she fights very well with. Basically, it's hand-to-hand fighting. Knowledge: Magick, the Sea, Hand-to-hand combat, Music, Herbal Lore, and History Background: When her people (the mermaids, anyway) were mostly killed off at the beginning of the Communism, she turned into her Siren form and contracted her wings into her body to escape murder. Then, she and her Siren family escaped and hid. Personality: Very headstrong and defiant, but with an underlying love of shiny and pretty things. She loves the freedom of the sea and is slightly cold-hearted because of its call. A music lover and a generally happy person, but with her moments of idiocy and regretful behavior. She is enigmatic and intelligent, but tends to have far-fetched ideas and crazy dreams. |
| (ill be a communist! Muahahaha) Gene Long Male Human Technology Height: 5'11 Weight: 145 lbs Hair: Wavy brown(like Gustav from Die Another Day) Eyes: Brown Skin: Pale, but not extreme Clothes: Black Leather Coat w/ Communism symbol Green/Brown Uniform underneath(think Nazis from Indiana Jones) Black Boots Weapon: Stiletto in his boot, a pistol at his side, A AK-47(the only machine I know of), and troops to finish his enemies off Knowledge: Tactics, Strategy, War, Judo Martial Arts Background: One of the leading generals when communism took over. He is regarded as one of the most brilliant minds ever to grace an army. Hasn't visited his homeland, Russia, for quite some time(so what if his name isn't Russian?). Also one of the youngest generals ever to be a general at a young age. Personality: Ruthless, Doesn't like torture, but does it anyway, Loves order, Hates chaos, Seeks to get settled down, but their conquest gets in the way, Compassionate about his work |
| Angeless Ravenia Male Genome Magic and tech (stronger in magic than tech but he combines both skills to create even more destructive forces). Height: 7'5 Weight: 350 lbs Hair: very long black hair with a white fringe. Eyes: They seem to glow because they are pure white. (Turn black whwn he delves into his black magic). Skin: very Pale. Clothes: Black Leather trench Coat with slits in the back for his wings. Black leather tunic with a set of large plate metal wings on the front. Has a glove with talons at the ends of the fingers. Black leather trousers with a hole for his tale to poke out of. Plate metal covers his leather boots. Weapon: A bow and arrow with 30 arrows. 10 throwing knifes and a staff with two blades at either end. Taloned glove. Knowledge: War, magic, mass destruction, Martial Arts Background: The last of a race called Genome. Uses very powerful black magic but always holds back in a fight because he is much more powerful than he ever lets on. He is the cause of the three miles deep and five miles across crater in central russia. The crater is ironicly named Angel vally. Wher he used his second most powerful magic attack, the awsome Angel's jugement. Personality: Loves chaos when he's causing it. Otherwise he's mostly happy but uses it to hide his darkest secret. Becomes cruel and cold when he uses his black magic. |
| Name: Trent Eiserman Race: Human Tech or Mage: Mostly tech with a few magic items Age: 26 Description: hair- think Dante in Devil May Cry, only blue. originol color brown. green eyes. 5'10. handsome in a strange way. Not very strong or well built. Against or for Communists?: Against. He is an extremely good haker, and how can he hck without tech. Abilities: He can hack just about anything. He creates tech items like surveilance equipmesnt, crap like that. He is a maste at holograms. Personality: He is very sweet. Enjoys smiling and makingpeople laugh. He likes to show people a good time and play good host to guests he might have. Home: Underground lab. |
| Terry Hargir Male Half-Elf Magic and Tech Eyes: Deep intense blue Hair: Dark brown to his neck Body type: He's well framed and quite built for a half-elf. His arcanic ancestry gave him a naturally frail body, but years of work had helped him overcome that. Clothes: Black pants, white shirt, leather jacket, black sash hiding bag of magical materials Weapons: European style broadsword A 9mm Glock Himself when hhe goes elemental (One of his favorite spells) Knowledge Swordplay, combat, formalities, ceremonies, spellcraft, blacksmithing, computing, information gathering Background Terry's story is that of a wounded poet. He's loved and lost, but over his 2 and a half centuries, he's done it more than once. Jaded, he became a mercenary for a while, until the poet in him called for some romance once again. So, fighting every magical urge in him, he strived to be normal with every bone in his body. He found someone he loved. She was perfect in his eyes. She complied to the government only as much as she had to, was free-willed, and beautiful. Then it happened. The new-age version of the Spanish Inquisition arrived and ruined his life. They tore down his home, and then raped and killed his wife. Ever since, he fights the government in anyway he can, always calling honor for her name, his Mai. Personality Romantic, caring, poetic, dark, jaded, angry |
| The Twins long dead hair: grey clothes: if you are wise, don't look long enough to find out. eyes: empty sockets 2 stilled hearts, one soul, one mind one female, one male forever age 11 Weapons: none. Magic: none. This pair are never where you look, but they are always there, just out of your sight. All magic is nullified in their presence. Technology and the machines that run it do not always funtion as planned. Remain long enough and these effects become lasting. Seperated, they can sometimes pass for human, if under a light examiniation. They have seen and met the evil of all mankind from the dawn of time on and it has poisoned their dark souls. The twins were born before the fall of the last great age, caught up in the fires of transition and the fall of democracy. They were born, lived their short time, grew weak and died. A direct result of little or no help from a dying infrastructure that could no longer afford to care for them or their kind. Sometimes they are wise, sometimes they are full of vengeance, they have little concern for the living and they wait for the end times and the sound of the horsemen and the Angel’s horn. |
-Flashback- Baam! The gun recoiled, the bullet rocketed from the chamber, twirled through the barrel, and became a blazing fireball closing in towards its target. The shadowed figure holding the smoking gun knelt down in prayer. The figure whispered in coarse musical voice, "Master, your death is avenged. May your soul rest in peace while this assassin takes up your vision." -End of Flashback- That was five years ago, Stev thought. Gripping one of his Desert Eagles behind his back, his drow form blended into the niche and let the darkness cover him. The guards were coming in less than a minute. He performed a mental check and drew his longsword from its sheathe on his right side. His drow ears picked up the footsteps of the guard. "Only one." he whispered under his breath. He shut his eyes and heard the footsteps again and waited until he passed Stev's niche fully before Stev struck out with the sword's hilt. The guard dropped into unciousness. Stev laughed under his breath. "Too easy." he muttered as he proceeded to slit the throat of the guard. To serve communism is to serve his employer's enemies. Faerie fire erupted upon the blade and vanished instantly. He heard the rustle of wings as a figure landed near him. His partner, Seras, glanced at him. He nodded and gestured towards the compound doors in the distance. The succubi nodded and began to sign, "Extra help came. Tarot. Call in?" Stev nodded and Seras glanced at the rooftops. A small fire erupted then vanished. Tarot was patiently waiting for their command. Stev signed, "Guards Roof Kill." Two following flashes of light followed, no noise. Tarot was good at what he did. Seras and Stev moved forward towards the doors and rushed both guards at the same time. Seras locked hers into a deadly kiss while Stev's longsword severed the other guard's head from his body. No noise still, noise meant masses of enemies.. enemies meant death in an assassin's craft. Three bullets struck the lock and shattered it. Stev pushed the door with his shoulder open and noticed several corpses in the hallway. Then the putrid smell hit him. Both reeled back from the stench. Seras signed, "Others killed targets first. Report Mission Complete?" Stev signed to Tarot, "Mission Compromised Report Employer." Just then lights come on everywhere around Stev and Seras, loud microphones scream, "Freeze!" Stev signed, "Now." Rebel cell fighters began to open fire upon the communist troops surrouding the assassin duo. Seras let out a shriek of defiance and began to throw a couple grenades brought along for this mission. Her raucous voice yelled, "Why didn't I stay with Tarot?" More grenades were thrown as she took to the air. "Damn... who found out about this mission?" Stev sighed. He jumped into the fight, Desert Eagles firing rapidly. "Vive La Resistance!" screamed the drow elf over the gunfire. ===================================== Time to get this things started! Roam all over the states.. tech and magic mix, so remember that and let imagination take off! |
| "Time for some fun!" Tarot grabbed five Poisonous bullets from his belt, he began to reload the rifle and fired on a unexpecting victim down below. The prefect shot into his head making the poison shot through the air, people who breathed it began to choke violently, some gagged brutally. Tarot smiled to himself, he felt the urged to laugh when suddenly. “Freeze asshole!!” He felt the trigger click on a pistol pointed to his head, he laughed and said “Stupid fool!” Tarot launched a pistol from his boot and managed to pull the trigger straight into the soldiers head. Blood feel everywhere, and then. <Tarot! We have pestering snipers on the roof, we need you to take them out!> Stev shouted through the intercom and so, Tarot resumed his job. A job he had grown into, no school, no education just the pain and the joy of a single bullet. When the snipers were dead, he began to help the raging battle with his sniper equipped in more stunning bullets. Slowing the enemy to a crawl! “Wow, What a shot!” |
| Imbrium held his glaive's point at the throut of a young Imp girl named Trillan. "Annoying!" He yelled as she teleported from under the blade to his shoulders. "Sigh..." Imbrium put his hand on her leg so she wouldn't fall from her seat upon his shoulders. "So what did you find out about the base?" he asked Trillan. "Not much. Only that it's location is about twenty miles across the border into Nevada, and that it is like SO heavily guarded!" "Good enough, lets get going then." Trillan shot her arm up, hand in a peace sign. "Yay!" |
| Eisynia stood along the edge of the waterway in front of the remnants that were what had once been the Washington Monument, staff raised in readiness. A decently strong wind blew, dragging in dark clouds, which in turn blocked out the sun. Gray-green eyes stared ominously out of a beautiful face that shouldn't have ever had to see battle, but whose life had taken a turn for the worst with the coming of the Communist regime. Great, multi-colored eagle's wings rustled in the ever-stronger wind as the Mer-Siren and the Communist guards stood face-to-face, ready to fight. "Stand down, Siren!" one of the officers shouted, unaware of the other blood that ran through Eisynia's veins. She laughed outright. "I see no Sirens here," she shouted back, twirling her staff around her hand, calling upon her power over fire. Eisynia hadn't been sent to fight these men, only to scout. But she had met up with more guards than she had expected and now stepped backward, closer to the water. It was filthy, but she needed only be in it for a moment before she could teleport herself into a cleaner place. Then she would check in with the others, and share her information. "She is daft," she heard the officer say to one of his fellows. "An easy kill." "I wouldn't count on that." Eisynia released her fire, watching it down the officer, his comrade, and five others before she dove into the water. Instantly, her form changed into that of a mermaid, and Eisynia was gone. |
| Trent burst up from the sub-basement of the old warehouse in a huge mechanical spider-like robot. The warehouse had been a trap he had soon learned after entering. The gaurds were easy kills. They were not very experienced and were killed easily with the .45 he held in his right hand, and not that of the robots he comanded, like he would normally have killed them with. He had come here to kill General Miaza, a main leader in the communist movement. He had learned that he would be in this warehouse from a normally reliable source, but obviously an enemy had gottne to him first. As he came forth into the main part of the building, he noticed that there were others fighting the gaurds. 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend' he though to himself. He sent out a swarm of mechanical flying bots that buzzed around and exploded on their targets. They were heading straight for his new friends and he could see that they were surprised by the flying robots, but instantly regained their composure when the bots went around them and headed for the communist soldiers. Trent allowed one of the eight legs of large bot he sat in to fall onto a gaurd and pierce theier body, spraying the female soldiers blood all around. Trent thought that the fight was all and all pretty boring, untill the communists came out with their own surprise. A giant human like robot emerged from a door to their left, the robot was swirling with dark energy and made the most horrible clanging noise as it moved forward. Trent thought it very funny that the communists used magic and tech themsleves, whne they work so hard to get rid of most of it. 'This is going to be interesting' was Trent's last thought before the robot let out an enormous roar, and ran straight for them. |
| Terry burst through a set of doors, talismans flying on to the heads of their enemies. "Sorry I'm late!!" He called, and began slaughtering his foes. His sword flashing in the room's lighting, he moved with the reflexes born to an elf. |
| Stev whirled as he heard the doors burst asunder. Two allies had joined them. Stev recognized Terry's voice and whoever controlled the robotic insects that scythed through the remaining soldiers was an ally as well. There was a giant mechanical robot coming their way. The mecha was too tall for Stev to look at it in the eye so he decided to do the second best thing. "Everybody, knock the crap out of it!" Stev's pistol, Tarot's and Seras's snipers, and Terry's talismans began to fly at the robot. The buzzing insect-like robots kept the troops at bay... but Stev didn't know if it was enough. |
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