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 Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 5:12 pm
Zenith ...
A city of towering sky-scrapers so tall that even the giant redwoods marvel at their height. With pathways built high in the skies above so that travel between these Goliath buildings may be easier concerns over safety have always been an important issue within the highest of the powers of the city. So they thought of a way to make sure that those who rule at the top of those shinning towers would never plummet to their deaths in the slums below. They would give their residents wings to fly with.
But how to test it? How to see if the technique would work?
How better than to test it on the lowest inhabitants of Zenith. Those who live in the shadows of the buildings and elite powers above. They would test their new wing-growing serum...on the poor and the destitute. They passed the drug around freely, disguised as a new and better way to combat the flu. Three months later...they succeeded. The subjects grew wings.
However, something went wrong.
Those who grew these wings developed powers as well. They discovered a new craving for violence they had not had before. And most importantly...they did not want to give up their new found lease on life to the rich who lived above them...not now that they could fly to those heights themselves.
In desperation the powers-that-be attempted to silence their rebellion with flyers of their own. They called them the A.D.S. The Aerial Defense Squadron. Yet still the test-subjects thwarted them and fought back with such power that they threatened to tear the entire city apart at the seams. So the rich and influential came up with a new plan. They would force them to fight amongst themselves. An idea that was not so hard to bring into action as dissent had already risen within their ranks.
They claimed that those who had been granted the powers of the birds of prey. The eagles, the falcons, the owls, and the hawks held more power than those who had inherited the powers of the singing birds. Rage erupted and from the united rebel force rose two opposing forces that fight on in Zenith to this day. They are known as The Raptors, and The Songbirds.
Both groups hold the power of the mafia and the most notorious gangs in history combined. Each opposes Zenith's 'top' individuals...however...they also have grown to despise one another. They both strive to prove that THEY are the stronger and that it is THEY who will claim Zenith's skies for themselves.
So who will you chose to side with?
The Raptors, a group of predators who would gladly devour the weaker elements?
Or The Songbirds, individuals who each possess a deadly nature of their own?
Or perhaps you will try to silence both criminal groups as one of the A.S.D.
It's your choice...so choose your flock carefully.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 5:13 pm
Rules
{1} I don't like god-like characters or overly-powerful ones but I understand that if you're at the top of your food-chain than you must have some skills, I just better see you that you're able to back up your big talk.
{2} Romance is encouraged but please try to understand that these groups HATE each other. It takes more than one day to fall in love.
{3} Please be considerate of other characters.
{4} Violence and death WILL happen, however, you must consult me before killing anyone and I will likewise consult you before killing off you character.
{5} You may play multiple characters but don't overdue it please.
{6} No there are no other races other than 'Birds' and normal humans so please don't ask.
{7} I'm not going to bite so feel free to pm me with any questions you may have.
{8}Post regularly or contact me if you're going to be gone for more than 8 days.
{9} Rules are subject to change but there will be a notice posted before I do so.
{10} I want everyone to have fun so don't feel bad if you just want to talk to me about some changes you think I should make the rp to make it better.
{11} Please be at LEAST semi-literate okay? We should all know what this means.
{12} Please title your character profile pm as 'My Feathers Lay Where I Let Them'.
{13} It may take people longer to post than you do so please be as patient as possible alright?
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 5:15 pm
The Two Gangs
The Raptors
Leader - Peregrine Falcon ( position open)
False Leader - Golden Eagle ( position open )
Head of Business- ( position open )
Head of Assassins- ( position open )
Head of Spies - ( position open)
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The Songbirds
Leader- Nightingale ( position open)
False Leader- Canary ( position open )
Head of Business- ( taken; see profiles)
Head of Assassins- Hummingbird ( position open )
Head of Spies- ( position open )
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The A.D.S
Leader- Condor ( position open )
False Leader- Secretary ( position open )
Head of Business- ( position taken; see profiles )
Head of Fighters- ( position open )
Head of Spies- ( position open )
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Other Ranks
{1} Dealer
{2} Assassin ( Raptors & Songbirds only )
{3} Spy
{4} Fighter ( A.S.D only )
{5} Juvenile ( under the command of a higher officer and still establishing position in group )
{6} Chick ( A recruit that is still working on skills and works under the command of a lower officer )
{7} Egg ( A new recruit who has little skill and is still under the care of the other members )
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 5:17 pm
Profiles
Profile Outline
Quote: My Puppet Master : ( Your gaia name ) Who I Am : ( Your code name ) Who I Pretend to Be : ( Your real name ) My Flock : ( Which group do you belong in? ) My Standing : ( Your rank in your group ) My Age : ( Nothing below 15 and nothing above 50 please ) My Wings : ( Your specialty or your unique powers ) My Talons : ( You weapons of choice, no more than 4 please ) My Song : ( Your personality ) My Flight Pattern : ( Your bio; make it interesting not a mystery ) My Plumage : ( Your appearance; pictures are appreciated but descriptions are good too )
My Puppet Master : Jaki_Ryuujin
Who I Am : December
Who I Pretend to Be : Snowe Kuriata
My Flock : The Songbirds
My Standing : Head of Business
My Age : 21
My Wings : Snowe's depth of perception regarding his senses is unusually deep. Unlike most, he is able to withstand extreme temperatures of cold and his sight and hearing are nearly unparalleled, to the point some believe he can hear voices on the wind.
My Talons : While Snowe is not particularly strong or agile, his fingers are deft and his reflexes sharp. He fights with needles similar to those used in acupuncture, not in order to kill, but in order to paralyze. Ergo, his accuracy with his needles is uncanny.
My Song : Quiet, elegant and almost coming across as fragile, Snowe lures many people into thinking he is trustworthy and harmless, to the point they often talk freely around him and drop their guard. His demeanor soothes many people and he seems to possess the patience of a saint. The truth of it all however is that his apathy extends without limit. He does not care about anything, and therefore cannot become emotional about anything.
My Flight Pattern : When he was a human, Snowe was sickly and very weak. Diagnosed with leukemia, there wasn't much left of his time to begin with and so his parents worked hard to support themselves and him. Eventually the family became poor and desolate with the constant debt of paying for Snowe's treatments and were forced to move to the slums. In this time, the guilt of unspoken accusations began to weigh so heavily upon Snowe that one night he fled his house (with difficulty, he was ill after all) and tried to live the rest of his miserable life on the streets. It wasn't long after that the pain of his condition became so great that when the drug was offered, he took it in hopes it would at least ease some of his pain. Needless to say the rest is history, but to his surprise (and ironic amusement) the drug seems to have cured him, only far too late as he had decided to never return to his parents and burden them again. Now he stays with the rebel group as he has nowhere else to go, and nothing else he cares enough about to do.
My Plumage : A Sea Swallow with ivory white wings.
Master : syrafay
Who I Am : Canary
Who I Pretend to Be : Angel
My Flock : Songbirds
My Standing : False Leader
My Age : 24
My Wings : Psych (Looks into the future, slight mind-control, etc)
My Talons : Two Blade Fans
My Song : Though Angel is very soft-hearted, she tends to ignore it most of the time. She pities most people, but she views that pity as a weakness, so it is rare to see her show any emotion. She is dedicated and completely loyal to the Songbirds, so she does her job and does it well, not ifs ands or buts about it.
My Flight Pattern : Angel was an orphan since she was born, so she was raised by a martial master who pitied the filthy friendless orphans of the streets. Even when young, she showed little emotion, so she was often baited and bullied by those around her. Still, she became the best student in her master's class. At the age of 10, she could already defeat people twice her size. Sadly, she was attacked from behind and injected with a mysterious serum. She quickly grew her wings, still refusing to show emotion. The split in the rebellion did not bother her until, one day in a battle, a Raptor's mistaken move destroyed her home and everyone within it. From that day forward, Angel's loyalty to the Songbirds became unswerving. She would have her revenge.
My Plumage : Angel
Canary
The Raptors
My Puppet Master : SuperDuperRockLee
Who I Am : Aurum
Who I Pretend to Be : Gi
My Flock : Songbirds
My Standing : Chick
My Age : 17
My Wings : Special hypnotism
My Talons : Small bombs activated via her saliva; usually attached to throwing knives to gain better aim and distance
My Song : Usually quiet, has a good sense of humor and will take a joke. Does not quite understand why the Raptors are so hated by her group, though she still dislikes them due to tradition
My Flight Pattern : Born into a rich family in secret, but the heir of the fortune was heavily desired to be a boy. Being the firstborn, she would naturally receive it, but she was disowned two days after her birth, left in the slums. She became a beggar, practicing mercantilism freely and even occasionally stealing food. She readily volunteered for the "flu drug", afraid to ever fall ill again.
My Plumage : Brown hair, usually kept in a ponytail and grown out to the middle of her back. Brown, grey-speckled eyes. Black, short-sleeved shirt with arm warmers. Black leather belt with small compartments for her signature explosives, and contrasting white shorts with black legwarmers. Black shoes. Grey feathers, some with a faint purple stripe.
The A.D.S.
My Puppet Master : LD9kaosklan-HEAD-
Who I Am : BBStarling [Big Bad Starling]
Who I Pretend to Be : Kenny
My Flock : A.D.S
My Standing : Head of Business
My Age : 32
My Wings : Order/balance [Yin-yang]
My Talons : Who fights with weapons?
My Song : You don't need ta know about me... I'm a crazy individual you know! One very crazy yet loyal individual. A big hypocrite at times too. I still wonder to this day how I got my powers... I am a loving guy tho! =^_^= A pretty stubborn guy as well tho...
My Flight Pattern : You know, i used to just be your ordinary dude on the block. I mean aside from these wings you know. I was able to hide em tho, it took a lot of focus to do it. Hurt a hell load when It came time to hide em too. My personal life's nothing big. I went to work when I was 15 big yippee. Made a good buck as an assassin. It wasn't until I found my way into college that I leaned how much of a businessman I was. Being as assassin didn't help that tho. I had so many negative feedback from every company I led, crushing me further back to the life of an assassin. I never used my powers to get anything done however, not until I was discovered...
My Plumage : Did I mention I can draw? tell you what, I'll have a nice pic of me done by yours truly!
Lone Eagles
My Puppet Master : Leahcim22
Who I Am : Saint Wing
Who I Pretend to Be : Michael Trennal
My Flock : Lone Eagle
My Standing : High in Faith
My Age : 18
My Wings : he has a shield ability that he can activate at will it can't be broken but he can't keep it continus for more then five minutes he also as an eye ability that he can paralize someone temporarily with his eyesight
My Talons : sword, and a distantance weapon
My Song : keeps to himself mostly sorta shy but kind hearted
My Flight Pattern : was an orphan working to be a priest but when his church got attacked by a criminal gorup he was one of the only ones left alive. He decided to stay on his own and leave the others to the fighting life is to short to waste it. He also dosen't want the danger of being in the a.d.s or in one of the gangs. He is know by some as Saint Wing.
My Plumage : 
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 8:14 pm
Being the head of A.D.S was no joke for Kenny, regardless of the fact that he was the type to act humorous. Sadly, his sense of humor didn't always have its brakes. Aside from that, not being on the line fighting bugged him, but he knew that he had to stay in his place for the best of the group. As always, the man was on his computer, typing up files upon files, as well as checking the stock market. He had bought a few stocks here and there, and was makign a good buck off of them too. Being the very busy bee, he barely had time to talk or do anything enjoyable, even with those of the A.D.S. there was one person he however put time into talking with, when he had the chance.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:37 am
Angel perched on the top on one of the skyscrapers looking down at the city. Her work was never done, but she came up here to relax. Of course, very few knew that she really wasn't the one on charge, but what did that matter? That didn't stop her from having mountains of work to do anyway. Angel pushed the stress from her mind and watched the city come to life in the early morning hours. Once upon a time, she would be down there, way at the bottom, preparing for the day as well...Those days were long over anyway. As the old saying goes, no use crying over spilled milk. After rolling her shoulders, Angel dived from her perch, down through the city, until she reached the level she aimed for. A few twists and turns and Angel was again in the prison of a Songbird base. She really needed a day off, not that anyone would know from the way she keeps a poker face and works nonstop 24/7. Still, she wasn't going to tell anybody. That would be a show of emotion she didn't wish to exert. It would waste too much energy. Now, she had more important things to do, like work.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 3:00 pm
Aurum closed her eyes. She was in the outskirts of Zenith, sitting on a grassy area. Yes, on the ground. Where she had always been comfortable. Where she had lived her whole life until a few weeks ago. She sighed and let herself fall onto the plants, reopening her eyes to gaze at the puffs of water droplets above.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 8:18 pm
michael was walking down in alley giving blessings of the lord to those who asked of it from him. he had gained a reputation for being a man of god and since his church burned down was doing public sermon to those who wished to listen. Him being only 18 didn't seem to matter to them they were looking for guidance and that was what he offered "So many to imagine if the good father hadn't rescued me I would be one of them." he sighed and gave another blessing
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 11:06 am
leahcim22 zinc was walking diwn in alley giving blessings of the lord to those who asked of it from him. he had gained a reputation for being a man of god and since his church burned down was doing public sermon to those who wished to listen. Him being only 18 didn't seem to matter to them they were looking for guidance and that was what he offered "So many to imagine if the good father hadn't rescued me I would be one of them." he sighed and gave another blessing
"I am...Angel. And you are?" she said as kindly as her poker voice and face would allow.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 11:21 am
((crap i was using the wrong name in my other post I'll change it))
michael looked up from the people to spot the one who had spoken "My name is Saint Wing. Or atleast thats what people like to call me." he smiled at the people and bid them a fair day then walked over to angel once the crowd dispersed "Hello angel. where you needing something or did you just want to talk?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 4:50 pm
Angel lifted her chin while biting her lip and looked at him closely. Saint Wing, he said. That can't be his real name. No, he said the people called him that, so what was his real name?
"I didn't needed anything specific. I was just curious about what was going on. You are a rather rare sight to behold, after all," she commented, "Anyway, Saint Wing certainly isn't the name you were given at birth. Would you like me to call you that, or do you have another name I can call you?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 9:46 am
michael thought for a moment "Certainly telling you my first name isn't such a bad thing. My name is michael. They call me saint wing because I'm the closest thing they get to religion down here. I was training to be a priest when my church was attcked and burned."
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 11:21 am
"I'm sorry for your loss," she replied. Anyone who knew her well could look past her facade and see the aching sadness there. She understood the feeling of watching your home and family burn. Angel pushed the screaming echoes from her mind and smiled at Micheal.
"So you're a religious man. Interesting," she continued, "Do you feel it was God's will that you earned your own set of wings, Angel Micheal?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 12:32 pm
michael smiled sadly seeing the hurt behind her eyes "What is god's will but for us mortals to make excuses for the bad things we put ourselves through. But yes I belive that god gave me wings threw the evil of peoples actions so I may make decisions to help those less fortunate than I am. For god's will might be an excuse to self harm but for no reason something happens god's will must play a part. For who are we to judge his actions when he created the earth, the sea, and the stars."
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