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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 5:58 pm
(A F T E R D A W N) The Brief End--RP created by November_OSL and Igion-- --Original Concept from many sources-- --Copyrighted by Afterdawn--
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 7:05 pm
Story so Far...
The Iris Heresy Around the year 2950, the United States had started to expand economically and physically, becoming the number one exporter of nuclear weapons to the third world, an act viewed as shocking and with suspicions by many of the civilized countries. In order to hide there assets from the other countries, the United States began to use the black market to further the export of there armaments. It is said that more than 1000 nukes had fallen into third world countries by these means around the year 2960. What led to the spark of conflict was the growing power of a certain country in Korea and the unification of Southern Korea and Northern Korea to a one unified dictatorship. Keeping to the anti-red mentality as applied by during World War 2, the United States decided to halt its illegal sales for the time being in order to focus on the threat on the horizon. However, because of ten years of illegal sales, The People's Republic of Korea had attained many nukes by the black market, which were all turned towards the United States without U.S. intelligence. The small Cold War that existed between the two nations erupted when the USS Grant exploded off of Korea's coastal waters around 2961. The deaths of 300 American Citizens sparked the conflict as the US declared open warfare on Korea. After two months of preparation, The United States flew off towards Korea with intent on dismantling the Communist Dictatorship.
During the war that has come to be known as The Iris Heresy, the Korean's drew first blood by slaughtering thousands. Using a new type of mind control gas called "Liberty", they unleashed the gas on the unsuspecting Americans, all who turned on each other and assaulted each other without regards to safety. The survivors were killed by the Koreans as they snapped out of the small mind control. The United States, fearing for more lives lost by such tactics, turned to nuclear warfare, where they turned all the nukes they possessed towards the small nation. With a push of a button, the United States emptied all of there stocks of nukes towards the island nation, exploding in a shower of radiation and off fire, killing millions in Korea and surrounding nations. With the death of the Dictator, the nukes of Korea were fired upon the United States, which landed and hit the mid-west of the nation. The killing of millions of Americans greatly wounded the United States, who viewed The Iris Heresy as the beginning of a new world order. With Korea blown off the book and half of United States blown to pieces, more power was given to a new form of government which would prevent outcomes like these. On September 21, 2975, The Allied Earth Olympus was founded by Great Britain, France, the United States, Russia, Japan and various other large countries. It was the beginning of a new world.
A New World Order: The Splicers and the Infected The first task of the AEO was to track down all of the nukes that had been sold by the United States during it's illegal sales in the black market. What started out as 1000 had been lowered to 495 with the destruction of Korea. Tasked to the finding of nuclear weapons, a new directive called G.U.A.R.D were sent to the third world countries to find these weapons. What started out as easy pickings soon escalated into global war as a result of the Iris Heresy, with the radiation. With that large amount of nuclear weapons being destroyed in such a short time, most of the world has become radioactive. These radiation had drastic effects on the population and gave birth to the first infected, the first infected to be termed as Super humans by the AEO and the G.U.A.R.D. These super humans were able to fight off operatives with many forms of combat, from fire control to increased human strength and to split personalities bent on destruction and chaos. Faced with the seeming less impossible situation, the AEO started to do research on making there own form of Super humans. After years of research, on 2985, the G.U.A.R.D. were soon outfitted with super humans of there own, codenamed "Splicers."
The Splicers were sent to attack and destroy the Infected as G.U.A.R.D. operatives soon found out how easy the task was with help of this magnitude. The Missing nukes were founded and were destroyed as the Infected were wiped out as far as the eye could see, many of the Infected finding there war to the United States, where the Outlands, which were remnants of the Midwest, produced Infected of there own who blended with society. The AEO had successfully disarmed the nukes with the help of the Splicers, which were mixed with various of the nations as a police force to deal with Infected of any kind.
A New World Order: Darwin's Gene The events that led to the discovery of Darwin's Gene are a bit hazy, but many people associate it with the Infected mingling with society and producing offspring with humans, since Splicers were not allowed to produce offspring by the AEO. With the speed of evolution quickened with the radiation, the offspring that were produced soon developed mutations of there own by the existence of an Infected's genes in there bodies, mingling with the genes of a normal human. Around the year 2998, the AEO began to classify these new offspring as "Meta-humans." The Meta Humans became a thorn on the side of the AEO, since they were children of the Infected and of a human. This double legacy led to various cities taking multiple stands on the account of Meta's, some legalizing and allowing them to live peacefully, others existing only to destroy Meta's. As the new century began in the year 3000, various organizations began to sprout up, all dedicated to the destruction of Meta's.
The major account that is fresh on people's mind is the incident on Japan, codenamed "Vanguard" by the AEO. During the Vanguard incident, Splicers and G.U.A.R.D. units were sent to rid Japan of the Meta's, which resulted in a Genocide of massive proportions on Japanese soil, the death of thousands of Meta's laid on the hands of the AEO. Soon, other countries took initiative on there Meta's, sending Splicers and G.U.A.R.D. units on the hunt for Meta's. The massive genocide was said to wipe out the world's Meta's, but in huge cities like New York in the United States, pockets of Meta's still operate underground, never at peace with Darwin's Gene in there bodies, always hunted. During 3010, various nations began to take a stand against Anti-Meta's, even going as far as protecting Meta's from the AEO. Without support of the countries, the AEO were powerless against the nations that took to shelter the Meta's, many nations like Russia, the United States, Great Britain, Canada, various South American Countries and China.
A New World Order: D.A.W.N. After the deaths of many political figures, the AEO decided to take control of the nations that opposed them, establishing Martial Law on the countries and placing there own Generals in control of the Countries. The grasp of the AEO tightened on Earth as outspoken supporters of free world were assassinated and dealt with secretly by the Splicers of the AEO. Around 3015, the grasp on Earth was finalized with the unification of Earth under one banner and the AEO soon became ultimate power. With ultimate power achieved, the AEO soon dismantled the G.U.A.R.D. and created new super soldiers designed to eliminate the existence of the Infected and of Meta's still operating in the city streets. These soldiers, codenamed D.A.W.N., were outfitted with various anti-super weaponry, trained to be a threat to a high amount of super's. Almost all members of D.A.W.N. were Splicers, given extra augments for there bodies to work double time. D.A.W.N. were incredible at there jobs, destroying various Meta's and Infected in the world with indiscriminate efficiency.
Present The year is now 3021, six years after the AEO had taken control of the world. With various Meta's and Infected all in hiding, they have been called the Outcasts. Splicers and D.A.W.N. troops are all on the bunt for said humans and society has mixed views on the Outcasts. What will happen during the struggle of humanity will be decided with the rise of a number of heroes, all under the teachings of one Professor Grayson.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 7:17 pm

Now comes everyone's favorite part: the rules. Yes, the rules...adding order in a world where chaos reigns supreme and guess what? I love chaos. Still, in an RP, chaos is a big no-no. So, this is a pretty much needed section in any classic RP. So, let me get one thing out of the way: Follow the Gaia TOS. Please, it's there to be followed and, if your like me, it's pretty much self-explanatory. I'm not going to be like a rules-nazi, so bear with me on this, ok?
Numero Uno ;; L I T E R A C Y ! Read that right? Please, this is something that I cannot stress enough. I cannot stand slang in RP posts unless your character is like, straight hood. Still, minimal slang if you must. Also, spelling and punctuation. Now, we are all human...or are we? Still, that means we are entitled to mistakes and please, I just made so many mistakes writing this one paragraph. Still, see if you can re-read the post to catch those minor errors. Also, I like color. So, when your character speaks, please bold and color speech between speech marks. Italicize and color the thoughts as well with 'these' marks and what not. Other than that, make that post pretty...just not over the top sugar. I expect at least a paragraph in posts. Not seven lines...but five to seven sentences. Max? Uhh...lets make it at five. I can go on...but maybe that's too much, no?
Numero Dos ;; Profiles. I made the skeleton below and guess what? It took me awhile. Hell, I'm even being nice and adding it in code-form so that all my lazy's can just copy and paste. Please, DO NOT CHANGE MY SKELETON! Also, when I ask for a picture, it can be drawn or taken from photobucket or whatever. However, keep it to the times. If it's from an anime or videogame that I or anyone else knows, please change it. If you want your character drawn, either ask me or Igion. We're pretty good with the anime drawing style and we also have connections...oh yeah, please PM me all profiles...I cannot stress this, PM ME PROFILES!
Numero Tres ;; The rating system. This RP is rated M for Mature mo-fo's. Not Rated PG or Rated G or any of that. The TOS is a strict thing..and I don't want to be on the wrong side of it. Cussing is allowed, but to a minimum. Don't fly off the handle! Example? Don't ******** talk like ******** this where every ******** other ******** word is a ******** cuss ********? It's nasty. Also, Killing. This is an RP where people die, so killing is allowed. Just, don't kill off important characters unless either the RPer says ok or a GM (Me or Igion) say go right ahead. Physical violence...encouraged! Verbal? Do it! Romance? In a time of battle, one's heart still beats..and one's soul still craves for amor. Still, that does not mean go have child-birthing sex. Guess what? It's not allowed on Gaia...even on the PM's! Cybering...its just creepy! If you need to have some mattress mambo, just do this: TIME SKIP. SOLVED!
Numero Cuatro ;; OOC. Not too much. Keep it to a minumum. If you must speak out of character, bold it and put it at the end of the post with either OOC: or brackets like these: (( )) {{ }} [[ ]]
Numero Cinqo;; Posting wise. I want this RP to live. This is After Dawn's main production. Let's make it a memorable one. Post at least once a day. If you can't, PM me and we can set something up. I have a hectic life as well, but I'm able to get on, post, and then go.
Numero Seiz;; DO NOT STEAL! I HATE THIS SO MUCH! I worked my butt off coming up with this and BAM! I see a cheap remake somewhere off. This is a November Original idea with certain aspects stemming from games and history. Please, just ask if you want to use something. I will most likely say yes. Just PM me.
Numero Siete;; If you need help, just PM me or Igion. We are all friendly guys, although we do come out like asses or just meanies. Seriously, I am a nice guy if you can get past the whole 'I will cut your heart out and feed it to my cyborg kitties' thing.
Numero Ocho;; Please keep the scene where we are. We are in Futuristic Apocalyptic Earth. Various new technologies exist, so use that damn brain that has been given to you. Please, I don't want to see like...a weapon that can throw anything or something of that caliber. That's just retarded.
Numero Nueve;; My system of warnings. I'm a pretty lenient guy, so I will warn you twice if something is out of wack. One: I will tell you to change it. Two: If it has not been done, I will PM you and ask you change it. Three: No response after two days or you just completely ignore me, your gone. That means? Any RP I make, you can pretty much go screw yourself.
Numero Diez;; Title the PM with your characters name, first and last. If I do not receive a PM with your character, you will not be included. Sorry, that's life you know.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 10:02 am

In Afterdawn, RPers can choose to be a part of one of five groupings, all which posses different strengths and weaknesses depending on the group. Also, not to be confused with the grouping, the RPer can also choose to belong to either The AEO or the Outcasts. While no strengths or weaknesses are present for members of either, characters from the AEO will never be caught dead having idle chit chat with characters from the Outcasts. Think logically. The following five groupings are presented in detail below, listing a brief history, followed by strengths and weaknesses.
Infected The Infected are the first enhanced humans to be recorded by the AEO. Generally, the Infected are exactly that: Infected. They received there gifts through exposure to radiation and through toxic wastes around the globe in due to the nuclear warfare. Although Infected have spread throughout the world, many Infected have either North American or Asian descent, being ground zero for many of the nukes that were set off. Other types of Infected are not unheard of, such as of African or European descent, but highly unlikely. Strengths: Draws power from inside the body, has almost limitless energy because of the Radiation, has a broad spectrum of available powers. Weaknesses: After a certain amount of time exposed to the radiation that they give out, hosts tend to become fatigued and must rest for a solid day before they can overexert themselves again, has a chance to get sick from constant radiation AKA Radiation Poisoning, can succumb to death if the Infected pushes past the breaking point.
Splicers Splicers are the governments answer to the growing number of Infected. Taking from all walks of life and many volunteers, Splicers are humans who have been enhanced due to various chemical and genetic changes to there body. Splicers are always enhanced physically, meaning they tend to have enhanced senses and strength etc. Splicers are the more physical type of Enhanced humans than anything else. Splicers are various in look and gender, but many tend to have some sort of military training branching from there days as a servant of the AEO. Races vary depending on the Splicer. Splicers have the option of being a single Operative or a member of D.A.W.N. Strengths: Enhanced physical ability heavily focused on combat and recon, Does not draw from a source but rather the body itself, Able to exceed normal human capabilities. Weaknesses: Constant need of more serum that last for five years to m maintain powers, limited in capabilities to only physical activity, government control limits free-will.
Meta-Humans Meta-Humans are the offspring of the Infected and normal humans. Meta's all have the Darwin Gene, whether be it small or large quantities of it. Meta's come in all shapes and sizes, most began to show there powers at a young age, around the time a normal human would hit puberty. Meta's draw there powers from the insides thanks to the Darwin Gene and many Meta's tend to have control of elements more than any other group. Meta's come from all walks of life, although most tend to be young and rebellious. Meta's are mostly numerous in big cities, where there presence cannot be detected as easily and many occurrences can be written off as anomalies. Strengths: Wide range of powers available because of Darwin Gene, has almost limitless energy because of the power inside of them, does not have to rely on outer sources like the Infected or Splicers. Weaknesses: Have a hard time hiding there powers in society, generally hated by the public as a whole rather than certain individuals, if repeated use of there powers occur Meta's need time to rest, ranging from two hour's to four hours, weaknesses vary on the power they possess.
Psi Psi's are humans who have been enhanced due to experiments gone wrong. Psi's are what happens when scientists tend to push the limit of knowledge and science, only to have it blow up on your face. Because of the nature of Psi's, they tend to be incredibly intelligent and gifted individuals, capable of more psychic powers than physical. Although not official recognized by the AEO, psi's are numerous and abundant in the world, many working either in the government or under the radar in large cities. Race and gender vary. Strengths: Wide range of available powers dealing with the mind, does not draw on outer reserves, capable of incredible feats of intellect. Weaknesses: Vary on the power acquired, relatively new to there powers, unstable energy can cause backlash which can kill the Psi if not careful.
Mages Ever since the dawn of time, Mages have existed and have blended in with society, whether the witch doctors in Africa to the Witches of Salem. Mages have since then evolved from there roots to become a more peace orientated group, focusing on keeping the balance between the various enhanced humans in the world and society itself. Mages all vary on look and credo, from the teenage Satanist to the older Druid. Race and Gender vary depending on locations; you will not find a druid in New York City or a Satanist in the Vatican. Strengths: Draw from outer reserves and beliefs, powers depend on the training and the style of mage one is, Mages do not have the chance to overexert themselves, mages do not need a conduit for there magic. Weaknesses: Mages can cause backlash playing with dangerous fires and ember, require a vast amount of concentration in order to preform much stronger spells, Depending on the spells that one use weaknesses may apply(Dark Magic users will succumb to paranoia, dementia, fragmentation of the soul etc. Fire Mages can cause combustion, burns etc.)
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 10:18 am
Below, is the Skeleton that is in use for Afterdawn. It's simple and easy to follow, so please PM me this when you have it done. Please be very creative and very picky on aspects of your creator. Read the rules and read the damn story before you sent this in, or else I will jump on you and tear your hair out and feed it to Oscar. [align=center][img]image goes here![/img] [color=][u][b]Name goes here![/b][/u][/color] [color=][u][b]Nickname:[/b][/u][/color][b]Can be your hero name or a random name...no Pikachu[/b] [color=][u][b]Age:[/b][/u][/color] [b]Age goes here![/b] [color=][u][b]Height:[/b][/u][/color] [b]Self-explanatory[/b] [color=][u][b]Weight:[/b][/u][/color][b]...ditto[/b] [color=][u][b]Group:[/b][/u][/color] [b]Your alliance bitches...^.^[/b] [color=][u][b]Organization:[/b][/u][/color] [b]AEO, Outcasts, Neutral[/b]
[color=][u][b]Powers:[/b][/u][/color] [b]Whatever the hell you want. Make it relative to your group and be creative. I don't want to see ten pyro's...>.>[/b] [color=][u][b]Weaknesses:[/b][/u][/color] [b]You have been presented with Weaknesses on your group, so use that as a stepping stone here. Make it believable and viable.[/b] [color=][u][b]Skills:[/b][/u][/color] [b]Not your power control or anything like that. Like what the person has obtained over the years, like hacking, good at driving, fighting skills, not being able to quickshot etc. Max of Six por favor...[/b]
[color=][u][b]Biography:[/b][/u][/color] [b]Have fun bitches![/b] [color=][u][b]Personality:[/b][/u][/color] [b]Better be good xD[/b] [color=][u][b]Weapons and Items:[/b][/u][/color] [b]Self-Explanatory, but keep it realistic. A small child does not walk around with an AK in there jacket.[/b]
[color=][u][b]Other:[/b][/u][/color] [b]Anything else bitches?[/b] [/align]
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 10:20 am
~ Keep on Sending in those profiles! ~ OPEN!
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 1:47 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX[R] O N I N It was a normal day, today.
The normal clouds that littered the azure sky above were replaced with the ever-growing buildings, the titans of industry and of life that scrapped and dared the gods above to further taunt them. The glitz and the shine of the clean windows above gave way for a worse life below, one that was not hidden in the shine and the brilliance of streak-free glass windows and mosaic paintings as far as the eye could see. Below, on the cracked and decaying streets, one would enter and arrive in Manhattan: the once financial capital of New York City now a former-star, a decaying stain upon the country that can not be restored. The streets are cracked and debris litter the once proud streets, smaller stores are run down and the one's surviving are under constant barrage by delinquents and gang organizations. Smoke covers the streets, the smoke from the sewers below finding the way up to the surface and leaving a stink where a sewer cover now rests on the asphalt and the concrete. However, people still commute and it is still considered a mixing pot of all; a pot that does not discriminate race, gender, preference...genetic anomalies and all. People of all shapes and sizes, from all walks of life, still come to Manhattan and still cross the streets, still go on with there daily lives, for this run-down metropolis is now a daily dose and the citizens have grown numb long ago. If one could look up to the sky, one would see that the sun does not shine here anymore; the blockage of nuclear toxins and of polluted air has made the sky above orange as the color proclaims. Such is the crime of men when they resort to killing themselves with nuclear arms rather than automatic bullets. Many would think that with Manhattan in this level of decay, anarchy would rule. What would once be true, is now a lie. With a new world order and a new look, Manhattan has become a home to various Splicers and D.A.W.N. operatives, all feared in the city for working with the AEO in there conquest of the country and of the world.
Amidst the people on there daily lives, one Splicer walks down the once-beautiful park of Central Park, now a small wasteland of dying trees and polluted water ways. His blue eyes scan the various scenes changing in his view, the various winds picking up the leaves of the dying tree's and tossing them in the wind to dance and play. The goggles around his neck hung down, the yellow lenses catching some light and glistening for a split second. The young Splicer was known as Aaron Breanne, or Operative #546 "Ronin." Once a proud enforcer of the AEO, Ronin has turned rogue and gone against his handlers, biting the hand that fed him once before. The chip on his shoulder has been disabled, but the homing beacon will forever be activated. He can never rest and with this knowledge, Ronin does not dwell in one place too long. Around his shoulder, hangs a small book bag carrying what little clothes he has and what possessions he holds dear. The twin swords on his right hip were strapped securely on his waist and provided ample warning to anyone wanting to get involved with this no-nonsense Splicer. Slowly, he felt his boots take him down the path of Central park, coming to a bridge as he saw a man in his late-50s glancing down to the His eyes were covered with sunglasses and he was wearing a brown trench coat and a black baseball cap over his graying hair with a five o'clock shadow over his chin and upper lip. As soon as Ronin approached the bridge, he stopped behind the stranger and looked over the bridge himself on the other side, now standing back to back with him. Silence followed...before;
"Ronin, D.A.W.N. is still looking for you. Meeting like this is become increasingly difficult." he said with a hoarse voice. Ronin did not look back but grunted a response, letting the bag over his shoulder fall to the ground and he finally turned his head to the stranger, who was still looking back at the water with feigned interest.
"It's needed. I don't think that Matthew would like me walking into his shop asking for my usual poison. Bad for business, he would say." Ronin retaliated with. The stranger looked back at him for the first time and both stood looking at each other, until the man sighed and dug inside his trench coat inside pockets for a syringe with his gloved hands. He pulled it out and handed it over to Ronin, who took it and looked at the brilliant blue liquid in it.
"Serum is becoming increasingly harder to find, Ronin. With the AEO now in the city, I'm not sure how long all of this could last. You may have to start thinking of a life without your superhuman abi-"
"Out of the question. As you know, my abilities are needed. After all, you already make a killing out of me with all the serum I need." he said with a small smile as he stuck the syringe inside his jacket pocket. The stranger gave a small snicker and nodded his head, before turning heel and walking off, Ronin looking at him with a small smile, before he felt uneasiness again in his spine. He...had not asked for payment? Oh no...
With eyes wide, Ronin grabbed his back and ducked low, running down the small concrete bridge as bullet shots fired where he once was, the air whizzing with the iron shots passing him. Ronin looked through the small gaps of the bridge and saw what he expected: a truck...a Leviathan; the carrier trucks for D.A.W.N. Coming out of the now-downed ramp, black soldiers in heavy CMS-300 Battle Suits, there masks on and there red eyes looking straight at him, there assault gun's held up as they took aim and fired, Ronin moving his head and bullets passed him. He had to...he had to...
Without second thought, Ronin picked himself up and started to run down the park, feeling the heat of shots fired on him as his legs took him as fast as he could down the Southern end of Central Park. He could hear the cold, metallic voices of the D.A.W.N. soldiers, ordering each other to chase after Ronin and the wheels of the Leviathan making headway towards him. He was in for a long day now.
And it was such a golden day, before.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 12:46 am
 What had happened to make this once beautiful city such a sad, decrepit husk of its former self? Oh yeah. Some idiot dropped a freaking nuke on it. It honestly made one wonder who it was that suddenly decided to destroy so many lives on a whim and make so many lives a living hell. Or at least that was the way it felt most of the time anyway. The soft purr of the engine made for a good distraction for those kind of thoughts. No matter how many times they cropped up, they were easy to eradicate by simply focusing on something else, even if you were one of the ones who had their life turned into the equivalent of the seventh circle of hell. Once you really stopped to think about it and take a proper look outside, some unique beauty could be found in the bleakness around one-self, although it did require a lot of looking. "Jeez. I'm in way too deep." Kyana muttered, swerving around a corner and ignoring the angry shouts behind her. So she was a road hazard when a bad mood hit her. Who wasn't? Sighing, she shut off her mind. The CD that had been hovering next to her ear dropped to the floor of the car, thunking dully in the confines of the metal cage. At least she'd gotten the proper amount from the last job with no major problems this time. It still made her cringe every time she thought of the botched infiltration into the compound of what had apparently been a Splicer. A sudden echo of bullets sounded over the noise of the car. Glancing out the window, she could see Central Park and someone running. "Great. Wonder who's getting their a** shot at today." A small smile made its way onto her face. She'd been in that situation one too many times for comfort. Still, she could enjoy the show.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 3:51 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX[R] O N I N The whiz of bullets whistled in his ears as Ronin took off down the grassy fields of the remnants of a once, lush and beautiful park. Around him, people that were also in the vicinity were ducking and covering the top of there heads with there arms, as if that enough would save them from a bullet deep into there bodies. His boots sinking deep into the dirt and the brown grass, Ronin's hand dove for the hilt of his sword as he held it and kept his speed down the grass as he heard the unmistakable whirs of the blades of what he knew would come as soon as he saw the Leviathan: A Black Raven, a Class-V Helicopter outfitted for taking down Super Humans. Ronin stopped for a second as he looked up at the black Raven cutting through the buildings from where it originated from, the massive behemoth looming forward towards Ronin as it stalled and held its ground in the air, right above Central park as the side door slid open and a D.A.W.N. Agent loomed over, his hand on the door and on a Gauss Rifle aimed at Ronin, who looked at the gun and sighed. Damn, this was going to be annoying. Without warning, the Gauss Rifle started to turn on the mechanics as the Operator squeezed the trigger and the motors of the gun began to turn, suddenly the bright muzzle flashes of the gun firing the cutting .50 Caliber rounds into the ground around Ronin. His eyes got wide as the ground around him sprang to life, the bullets crashing on the dirt as Ronin took it as a sign: Get the hell out of sight of the Raven. Without so much as an after thought, Ronin took off again down the park, the bullets following as much as they could until the Raven was back in its fight pattern towards Ronin. Behind him, he could hear the sound of the Raven mixed with the treads of the Leviathan and the boots of D.A.W.N. soldiers following him. Disappear...that's what he needed to do.
Turning left, he felt the bullets hot on his back as they hit the bark of the tree's behind him, the bark splitting and shreds of wood hitting his body and his face. Chancing a look, Ronin turned his head as he kept his speed down the park and onto a small path, his eyes meeting the glowing visors of the D.A.W.N. as they ran right after him, their guns held down until they could chance a shot themselves. They were aiming to kill, not to injure anymore as they had tried to do before. Forcing his eyes forward, Ronin looked at the path he was taking as he jumped a small, concrete barricade and found himself on the streets: great. The Raven loomed over him again as he heard the whir of motors and Ronin took off down the asphalt streets of incoming traffic, cars swerving to avoid hitting him as bullets penetrated the steel cars and most stopped dead on there tracks, the bullets splitting asphalt as Ronin kept his speed down the streets, feeling his heart beat at a million beats per second. Good thing, the soldiers seemed to have stopped chasing as only he heard the Raven and the mighty treads of the Leviathan right beside him, going down the street of the traffic towards whee he was running. He would go nowhere with that Leviathan after him.
"Alright. You want to play rough? I'll carve my name into your veins." he said under his breath as he felt his muscles start to kick him into overdrive as Ronin ducked low and then jumped up high into the air. Everything passed as slowly as possible, Ronin seeing his body jump into the air as he neared the Leviathan, the truck coming close as the Raven's bullet arched up and started to hit the armor plating of the Leviathan. Not what he wanted to do, the Raven Pilot yawed to the left, making some room for the Gauss Rifle to get a good clean hit on Ronin. As the Raven broke off for a quick second, Ronin landed hard on the Leviathan, the mighty truck shaking in its treads as the driver began to swerve to break him off. Ronin felt his feet give way as he fell hard on the steel plating on his back, his hand quickly unsheathing his blade as he heard the sound of Adamantium steel being sunk into the Leviathan, feeling his own body began stable as he stopped from falling off the trucks roof. The truck swerved hard, but Ronin held on as brought himself up to his knees, his head turning to see the Raven coming to his side and the gun preparing to fire again. As if he could have predicted it, Ronin dove to the side of the Leviathan, taking the blade down with him as the arch of the cut came with him, feeling his own body land hard on the sidewalk and the Leviathan split into a uneven cut, the front car toppling in uneven weight as it sped forward and crashed hard into the buildings surrounding them, exploding in a loud of black and gas. The Raven started to pick itself up as he loomed up, Ronin taking off again down the sidewalk and hiding himself in a small alley.
Running down the small alley, Ronin looked back to see the Raven take to the skies and look around, but not find him. A small smile crept on his lips as he swung his katana down, free of the oil on his blade and stick it back into its sheathe. He just noticed where he was: a small bar that was especially for super's. The door was a cast-iron door with deadbolts and many other periphenelia. Ronin knocked hard on the door and a small slit opened, to eyes looking back at him and a small chuckle heard. Massive locks and many locks were opened as the door was opened and a young girl, her blue eyes looking at Ronin made him feel at home. She was a young girl, only around 16, with blond hair and dressed in armor: flak jacket and camo pants.
"Hey, Nessa. So, usual?" he said with a small smile as he walked inside the dark room and Nessa closed the door behind him.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 11:09 pm
 Well, that had been amusing for maybe three minutes. In other words, over way too fast and not nearly enough excitement to break the monotony of this world. Everyone who had been in the crossfire or been watching had already gone back to their everyday way of acting. It was as if absolutely nothing had happened. But that was the very essence, the lifeblood of a world where everyone was trying to survive with the leftovers of what used to be a beautiful city, now broken and hosting everything from corruption to those with powers you only saw in the cheesy sci-fi movies from the 1940's. Ugh, it was enough to drive anyone nuts or to at least consider destroying something. Frustration, generally kept under wraps was evident in the frequency of Zan's foot hitting the wall. Losing control a few minutes ago had been fun for breaking the monotony of the lives around her but it hadn't left her feeling any different. And of course, she now had some authority figure breathing down her neck about recklessness and endangerment of human lives when it was his own fault for her loss of control over a complaint about a shooting contest. "Give it a rest already. Rapping on me isn't going to compensate for your own incompetence." She snapped at him, fingers curling into fists as she felt her skin begin to solidify. Great. The last thing she needed when she was in trouble was for he r body to become rock solid. He glared angrily at her. Scowling darkly, she resisted the urge to change the air pressure around them. Shattering his eardrums wouldn't get her anywhere. "So can I phone someone or are you just going to stand there posturing the whole day?" The guy visibly bristled, a cat encountering a snake hissing at it. Well, the snake could bite back if need be. He knew that better than anyone, having to deal with her so many times. Grunting, he gave a reluctant nod. "About time." Zan muttered. Perfect. Now she was adding fuel to the fire. This was the last thing she wanted when she had a job tonight. Him keeping her in here for a while was something this moron had dreamed of for ages after she'd infiltrated a major facility on his watch. Her temper rising, Zan furiously stabbed in the numbers, listening to the phone ringing. "If you don't pick up, I'm destroying those cat ears." She muttered, fingers clenching and unclenching, restraining herself from causing a sudden rise in pressure in the room.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 11:59 pm
 A dull ringing sounded through the car. Kyana blinked, coming out of her reverie and looking around before realizing her phone was ringing. How was it that it always rang when she was in the middle of driving? Rolling her eyes, she jerked the wheel, spinning 180 degrees and ignoring the angry shouts and horn blasts that echoed around her. Smirking, she swerved onto an empty patch of grass. Some huge building used to stand here but since the nukes dropping, it had been destroyed and nature had happily encroached onto what was left on the decaying foundations. It took a little rummaging but she eventually found the annoyingly tiny piece of machinery nestled in a mess of used food packages. She sighed when she saw the name on the screen. No doubt she'd gotten in trouble again. "What did you do this time?" She asked as she flipped the phone open, rolling her eyes once again as she heard Zan's tense breathing on the other end of the phone. Trouble was the only reason Zan ever called her. Social calls didn't exist in either of their worlds but this was getting ridiculous. Her bank a ccount was becoming depressingly empty from having to bribe people to let her go. Her eyes widened. "Run that by me again." She said, a smirk coming onto her face as she listened. Zan may always get in trouble but when she did, it was always for a reason that both of them agreed was justified. A sudden blaring behind her caught her attention. "Crap. I'll get to when it's safe, Zan. Someone must have ratted me out about the last job." She said into the phone, ignoring the angry shout as she disconnected, starting the engine and shooting out from the foundations and back into the traffic. Who was it this time? She'd done the job and it was her employers fault that it had failed. And now she had a damn D.A.W.N operative chasing her. W orse things had happened but this was the last thing she needed right now. Scowling, she swerved through the traffic. Who could she direct her complaints to this time? A blast sounded. "They're firing at me!" She shouted, a sudden lash of her psychokinesis sending the car in front of her flying towards the D.A.W.N operative, knocking him off his course. "Whoops." She muttered, gunning the accelerator as she heard the noise that announced the arrival of others.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 7:52 am
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX[R] O N I N Slowly, Nessa and Ronin walked down a dark corridor in silence, the only sound there boots on the wet concrete below. This small hideout was used by many Mafia Bosses in the time when Manhattan was at its height of power and to this day, it still hid many people that were on the run. On the walls, small lights of yellow have some light, but only a small shine was in the corridor. Ronin took the time he had to examine the girl in front of him, the young freedom fighter known as Nessa. Out of all the young humans he had come to know on his days of running from the AEO, Nessa had become a close friend of his. Although she was a mere human, her knowledge on weaponry and the underground of the city had proven valuable enough to the organization known as The Mirage; an organization that were just as they sounded, a freedom fighting guerrilla unit that the Outcasts, reluctantly, found themselves associated with. Where the Outcasts did not like to use violence and destruction to further there own needs, Mirage reveled in causing attacks and on bombings on AEO-operated functions. Although this stopped many AEO functions from working, the negative light that it placed the Meta's and all of the other Infected was so great that D.A.W.N. seemed to be working double time to look for them. So, Mirage and Outcasts were always at odds, but at times like these, Outcasts always were welcome to Mirage HQ and vice-versa. With these thoughts in mind, Nessa had finally led them to another deadbolt door. She looked back at Ronin and gave him a small grin as her gloved hand held on the handle of the deadbolt door.
"Welcome to Mirage HQ...or as we like to call it, The Can." she said with a small voice as she opened the door and it slid on the ground with a metal scrapping. As soon as the door was open, Ronin looked inside to see a well-lighted room with various guerrilla fighters as well inside, sitting on small tables and sipping what looked like moonshine from mugs. They were all dressed like Nessa was: flak jacket with fatigues and combat boots. On there sides, Ronin saw various rifles and light machine guns on the ground, the operator still either sipping or talking. Ronin walked inside as the door closed behind him, Nessa going back to her station as Ronin was soon being noticed by everyone. They all looked at him with suspicions as Ronin walked inside, his hand going to the hilt of his blade. Although he may be an Outcast and they were in good terms, he was...a Splicer and Splicers were not really welcome into the underground for there alliance with the AEO and as military dogs. Before any action could happen, the doors on the outer side of the room opened and out stepped out two individuals, all who were well-known in the underground.
A tall and slim man in is late-forties, dressed in a black business suit and his eyes hiding behind spectacles. His goatee was well-trimmed and his hair was fashioned into a well cut shave, around his neck was a small pendant. This was Professor Grayson, leader of the Outcasts. Next to him, was a man in his late thirties, one of his eyes hiding behind a patch as his hair was long and graying. He was dressed in military fatigues and he gave off the stench of alcohol. This was Garret, leader of Mirage. The two walked in and all eyes turned on them. Grayson looked around the room until he saw Ronin. Excusing himself, he walked over to him and placed an arm around his shoulder as they turned there backs on the Mirage and had a small conversation.
"Didn't know you would be stopping by, Ronin. A Splicer here may cause uneasy tensions with these...para-military figures. Strife is waiting outside as well. Maybe...you should go see to him." he said. Ronin did not think twice. He nodded his head and looked back at all of the Mirage units as he took off down the same hallway that Grayson and Garret walked right out of, looking at Garret and meeting his eyes with a small glare. The tension could be cut with a hatchet as Ronin walked through the hallway and then out the main door that led to another alley as he looked for Strife.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 7:56 pm
 Zan stared at the dial tone echoing from the phone, anxiety mixing with the sudden lash of anger. "What the hell?" She muttered, snapping her phone closed with a little more force than was necessary before sitting back down, feet tapping quickly on the floor as her frustration mounted. Something lik e that always happened the second she got in trouble. The guy across from her leaned across the table, watching her intently. "Seems you don't have someone to bail you out this time around, Alexandra." He smirked as he said the words, his satisfaction palpable. It was at times like these that she really hated having a reputation as a trouble maker. But it was also at times like these that she was glad she knew how to change her molecular structure. As always, he disappeared to fill out paperwork and she got her sh ot. Sighing softly, she concentrated and felt her body start to dissolve, her bones unhinging themselves before quickly gaining the consistency of jelly. A minute later, she was lying in a puddle of herself on the floor, her clothes lying abandoned. "Not again." She muttered, the words coming out slightly garbled, her mouth being somewhere in the vicinity of her ankles at the moment. With a soft curse, she raised herself from the floor, flowing up against the wall and finding the air conditioning vent easily. Zan easily leaked through the slats, following the basic route of any duct system. Hopefully she'd be able to hold this form long enough to get home. The last thing she needed was to be forced to run around butt naked because her powers were exhausting her.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 9:30 am
Not a day went by in this god forsaken city, where a mission wasn't completely dramatic..The A.E.O's Super serum soldiers where not only dangerous, but always in the right place at the right time.. Having there advances in technology made it a pain just to try to get a bit of information.. An annoying chill went down his spine, as he could see the Leviathan raise up from the rubble and ash it left behind.. The high teach helicopter started to patrol the area of the city again..As it had seem to have lost one of there favorite targets to the Mirage..Safe haven for any Superhuman in need of shelter..Ronin was safe and that's all that mattered to Strife, but something had to be done..Strife never liked the A.E.O taking a shot at the Outcast and getting away with only a scratch..No instead of letting it fly away back to safety Strife wanted that stupid machine in broken peaces..As a warning to the A.E.O..
Strife jumped across from roof to roof following the Raven stealthy until he was away from Mirages safe haven..The alliance was important to him and the Outcast..He wasn't going to put there life in danger..After making sure the Leviathan was far way from the Mirage HQ, Strife popped out in front of the helicopter, looking down on it from the roof top of a building..He made sure he was at an advantage, when the helicopter had to submerged it self to a lower part of the city to find its prey..Leaving it at a weak point in its patrol.. Well a weak point to Strife or Ronin who spend most there times up top on roof tops.. Par-Coring wasn't only a hobby to them ,but a way to get a better look at the city..A form of patrolling, to save any super human that might show up in trouble, from the grip of the A.E.O..
Strife waited until the D.A.W.N helicopter pilot looked up, too see Strife waving at them, with a smile on his face.. A happy grinned from ear to ear, telling them ,hey your ********.. Strife jumped onto the heavy armored air craft ,as he powered up his fist with electrical energy.. Punching threw the Aircraft's front window, into the Leviathans control panel..This time absorbing all electrical power the Aircraft had into his buddy..The Leviathan span in the air as its powers went out.. Well good bye guys, this was fun..Send my respects to Bishop for me..I don't know tell him hes a d**k or something!!! Strife grabbed on the both D.A.W.N agents and pulled them out of the helicopter, that was now flying in circles out of control into a near by building..Then jumping onto the roof top of that same building, throwing them on the ground and punching them unconscious on the floor..Spiting at them as he walked away..
Strife started to run back toward the back alley of the safe house..Knowing that Ronin would be there soon looking for him.. Leaving the sound of the helicopter crashing behind him as he jumped from one building to the other..His headphones changing the song from "Whats up people?!" too "Koi No Mega Lover" by Maximum the Hormone..One of his favorite bands, and not to mention awesome song selection..He started singing along to the J- rock song as he jumped back down to the back alley of the Mirage HQ.. Right in front of Ronin who had been looking for him..Oh s**t hey whats up buddy!!! You okay that Leviathan almost got you?!But hey I toke it out for you.. Want to go raid it.. His grin with a please say yes expression on his face..
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