The Gods
Super Natural Modern Fantasy Roleplay
Story
I'd come down with the worst cold I've had in my life. . . I thought I was going to die. After a few days of being restricted from going out anywhere for any reason, then a few weeks of bed rest, I just about lost hope. I started coughing up blood, started breathing became really shallow and before long, well. . . I just stopped.
Next thing I know, I'm waking up in a dark, confined place. I remember a really earthy smell and after a while of struggling and screaming. . . Just something about the way the scream died before pushing through the wood it dawned on me. I'd been buried. That was it. I gave up. I knew I would never breech the coffin and even if I did the soil my crush the life out of me. There's a reason it's six feet under and not two. . . Anyway, it was about two days before things started getting really weird. . .
At first, I thought some bugs had gotten into my coffin, then again, coffins are supposed to be sealed aren't they? Anyway, the bugs were crawling all over my hand. Not biting, not scratching. . . Just crawling. I couldn't see them, not in the absolute darkness I'd been trapped in but I could feel them. I remember thinking how weird it was they they never touched anywhere else. . . Then a day later they began crawling up a little higher. . . Just a bit at a time. To my wrist, half way up my forearm, to my elbow, mid bicep and eventually to and around my shoulder. It was the most disgusting feeling I'd ever endured and it was never stopping. Eventually, having been driven mad by the everlasting sensation, I thrust my fist against the top of the coffin and to my surprise, smashed my fist clean through. I could hardly believe what I'd done. I thought perhaps my coffin had been made of weak or old wood or something. Pulling my soil coated arm back through, I punched the lid of the coffin again. The soil started coming in all at once but for some reason I was not crushed. Instead, I was able to climb through it! I had no idea why I was able to accomplish such a feat, but in a matter of seconds I was free!
I took a deep breath and looked around, then down at my arm. My knees weakened and I collapsed on all fours as I eyed my disfigured appendage. It was completely black and covered in what appeared to be. . . Well, I don't know. Cords, vines, something.They entered and exited my flesh seemingly at will. I threw up before I regained control over my body, then rushed to a hospital. Once the nurse realized this was no joke, I was taken in immediately. I remember thinking how strange it was that my heart wasn't pounding. I never expected I would very soon find out why. . .
The doctor had a nurse hook me up to a network of wires hard lined to a series of machines. I looked over at them and was surprised to see no activity. So was the nurse. She checked each cord and each machine before leaving to consult the doctor. When the two returned and checked everything over once again, the doctor shot me a dark look. "What kind of joke is this?" I told him it was no joke and asked what was wrong. He told me he needed to consult another doctor and left the room. I sat alone, staring out the window when only ten minutes later I saw a caravan of black S.U.V.'s file down the street. I remember how strange it was. I'd thought maybe it was a coincidence and all the people with black S.U.V.'s in town just happened to be on the same street at the same time, however unlikely it may be. It's called a coincidence for a reason, right? That is, until my door burst open and a dozen people with HAZMAT suits and automatic weapons poured in. They tried to hold me down as a person from the back brought out a body bag. I continued to struggle with surprising strength, but when I'd jerked my arm away and one of the HAZMAT people took the express flight from the third floor to the first all hell broke loose!
The HAZMAT team backed up and readied their rifles. I honestly thought I was going to s**t my pants. . . After the first few thunderous bang, I rose my arms in front of my face. I can still feel the bullets entering my body. . . I can still remember thinking, "Why aren't I dieing?" I stared open eyed at the HAZMAT team as they began reloading nearly simultaneously. That was my chance. I hopped off my bed and darted to the open window without thinking, then dived. As I fell, I was too scared to imagine how painful that landing would be. I closed my eyes and was surprised when I opened them to see nothing but the open road and oncoming traffic. My body was acting on it's own and there was little I could do about it.
I'd hopped across car roofs and building tops and after only a few minutes found myself in the country, constantly looking over my shoulder. What happened to me? Did my sickness prior to my apparent death have anything to do with it? What are the limits of my. . . Powers, I suppose you could call them? And most importantly of all. . . Why?
I'm not the only one. My story, while maybe not exactly, happened to several young people across North America. While the government would have liked to keep it hush-hush our very obvious presence had made it impossible to do so, and so they've simply advertised us as "Terrorist", seeing as that's about all you have to do to make everyone hate someone.
Some folks online have been calling us "Gods", though we know of course that's bullshit. . . However, it caught on. Even the military refer to us by our new handles. Each of us has been given the name of one of the Greek Gods, based only on what they have seen of us. Some fitting, others. . . Well, not so fitting.
In any case, we each have our own goals. Some of us want to know what happened and why. Other just want to enjoy their new abilities, while others. . . Others simply wish to raise hell. Me? I just want to rediscover myself and live in peace. If only I knew how. . .
Need To Know
What Are You?
You are super human, though, in all accuracy, you really are no longer human. Your heart no longer beats, your blood no longer circulates. . . In all honesty, you don't even need to breath. The only reason you do is because it's a habit you'll probably never be able to break. You may be thinking, "How do you stay alive?" Well. . . And, I know it's kind of gross, but we eat. . . People. . . Animals don't really cut it. I mean, imagine eating only one slice of stale bread a week. That's what it's like when we dine on only animals. We become weak and vunerable. It's people we need to keep going. Just the blood is enough to keep us moving, but if you want to maintain a powerful body and keep your abilities at their best, you need the flesh too. I've found that bone marrow also gives you and extra kick, sort of like a energy drink but without the crash. Also pretty handy to gnaw on. . . Anyway.
Powers
Whatever it is that you are afflicted by, has given you the ability to sculpt your body at will. You can form weapons of a substance superior to any earthly alloy and even disguise yourself as others having only made contact with them once. Though, it won't last long. However, if you devour them you can do it anytime with accuracy down to the hair.
Survivability
You may be thinking you're invincible. Well, I'm here to tell you you are not. You can die and will if you don't take care of yourself. Whenever you take damage, your body regenerates itself. However, you will only regenerate if you have recently devoured a human being. They are what keeps you going, afterall. Things you need to worry about? Well, nothing short of a Nuclear Bomb is going to destroy you instantly. Hell, who knows. If there is anything left and you've eaten recently you may even regenerate from that. . .
Amnesia
This is one of the few times I will be allowing amnesia in one of my roleplays. However, that doesn't erase your past! It only means you cannot remember it! And if you try hard enough, encounter familiar items or people you can even recover lost memories. Did I mention, when you devour someone their thoughts and skills become your own?
Also. . .
The more you devour the more intense your weight becomes. This, however, is not obvious as you remain the size you are before. You just become more dense. Other additional notes will be added when necessary.
Rules
.:: 1 ::. No godmoding, powerplaying, metagaming, etc, etc.
.:: 2 ::. Violence, Romance and Swearing are perfectly acceptable in moderation!
.:: 3 ::. Profiles are to be titled "Divine" for The Gods and "Mere Mortal" for Civilians and Military.
.:: 4 ::. Though no posting minimum is in effect here, I ask that you please try to muster up at least a paragraph. If you can't, that's perfectly acceptable. Remember, quality over quantity.
.:: 5 ::. Follow Gaia ToS and my own rules. I may at some point appoint Mods to help me run this Roleplay if it gets crowded enough.
.:: 6 ::. Have a good time and keep posting!
Profiles
The Gods
Civilians
Military
Super Natural Modern Fantasy Roleplay
Story
I'd come down with the worst cold I've had in my life. . . I thought I was going to die. After a few days of being restricted from going out anywhere for any reason, then a few weeks of bed rest, I just about lost hope. I started coughing up blood, started breathing became really shallow and before long, well. . . I just stopped.
Next thing I know, I'm waking up in a dark, confined place. I remember a really earthy smell and after a while of struggling and screaming. . . Just something about the way the scream died before pushing through the wood it dawned on me. I'd been buried. That was it. I gave up. I knew I would never breech the coffin and even if I did the soil my crush the life out of me. There's a reason it's six feet under and not two. . . Anyway, it was about two days before things started getting really weird. . .
At first, I thought some bugs had gotten into my coffin, then again, coffins are supposed to be sealed aren't they? Anyway, the bugs were crawling all over my hand. Not biting, not scratching. . . Just crawling. I couldn't see them, not in the absolute darkness I'd been trapped in but I could feel them. I remember thinking how weird it was they they never touched anywhere else. . . Then a day later they began crawling up a little higher. . . Just a bit at a time. To my wrist, half way up my forearm, to my elbow, mid bicep and eventually to and around my shoulder. It was the most disgusting feeling I'd ever endured and it was never stopping. Eventually, having been driven mad by the everlasting sensation, I thrust my fist against the top of the coffin and to my surprise, smashed my fist clean through. I could hardly believe what I'd done. I thought perhaps my coffin had been made of weak or old wood or something. Pulling my soil coated arm back through, I punched the lid of the coffin again. The soil started coming in all at once but for some reason I was not crushed. Instead, I was able to climb through it! I had no idea why I was able to accomplish such a feat, but in a matter of seconds I was free!
I took a deep breath and looked around, then down at my arm. My knees weakened and I collapsed on all fours as I eyed my disfigured appendage. It was completely black and covered in what appeared to be. . . Well, I don't know. Cords, vines, something.They entered and exited my flesh seemingly at will. I threw up before I regained control over my body, then rushed to a hospital. Once the nurse realized this was no joke, I was taken in immediately. I remember thinking how strange it was that my heart wasn't pounding. I never expected I would very soon find out why. . .
The doctor had a nurse hook me up to a network of wires hard lined to a series of machines. I looked over at them and was surprised to see no activity. So was the nurse. She checked each cord and each machine before leaving to consult the doctor. When the two returned and checked everything over once again, the doctor shot me a dark look. "What kind of joke is this?" I told him it was no joke and asked what was wrong. He told me he needed to consult another doctor and left the room. I sat alone, staring out the window when only ten minutes later I saw a caravan of black S.U.V.'s file down the street. I remember how strange it was. I'd thought maybe it was a coincidence and all the people with black S.U.V.'s in town just happened to be on the same street at the same time, however unlikely it may be. It's called a coincidence for a reason, right? That is, until my door burst open and a dozen people with HAZMAT suits and automatic weapons poured in. They tried to hold me down as a person from the back brought out a body bag. I continued to struggle with surprising strength, but when I'd jerked my arm away and one of the HAZMAT people took the express flight from the third floor to the first all hell broke loose!
The HAZMAT team backed up and readied their rifles. I honestly thought I was going to s**t my pants. . . After the first few thunderous bang, I rose my arms in front of my face. I can still feel the bullets entering my body. . . I can still remember thinking, "Why aren't I dieing?" I stared open eyed at the HAZMAT team as they began reloading nearly simultaneously. That was my chance. I hopped off my bed and darted to the open window without thinking, then dived. As I fell, I was too scared to imagine how painful that landing would be. I closed my eyes and was surprised when I opened them to see nothing but the open road and oncoming traffic. My body was acting on it's own and there was little I could do about it.
I'd hopped across car roofs and building tops and after only a few minutes found myself in the country, constantly looking over my shoulder. What happened to me? Did my sickness prior to my apparent death have anything to do with it? What are the limits of my. . . Powers, I suppose you could call them? And most importantly of all. . . Why?
I'm not the only one. My story, while maybe not exactly, happened to several young people across North America. While the government would have liked to keep it hush-hush our very obvious presence had made it impossible to do so, and so they've simply advertised us as "Terrorist", seeing as that's about all you have to do to make everyone hate someone.
Some folks online have been calling us "Gods", though we know of course that's bullshit. . . However, it caught on. Even the military refer to us by our new handles. Each of us has been given the name of one of the Greek Gods, based only on what they have seen of us. Some fitting, others. . . Well, not so fitting.
In any case, we each have our own goals. Some of us want to know what happened and why. Other just want to enjoy their new abilities, while others. . . Others simply wish to raise hell. Me? I just want to rediscover myself and live in peace. If only I knew how. . .
Need To Know
What Are You?
You are super human, though, in all accuracy, you really are no longer human. Your heart no longer beats, your blood no longer circulates. . . In all honesty, you don't even need to breath. The only reason you do is because it's a habit you'll probably never be able to break. You may be thinking, "How do you stay alive?" Well. . . And, I know it's kind of gross, but we eat. . . People. . . Animals don't really cut it. I mean, imagine eating only one slice of stale bread a week. That's what it's like when we dine on only animals. We become weak and vunerable. It's people we need to keep going. Just the blood is enough to keep us moving, but if you want to maintain a powerful body and keep your abilities at their best, you need the flesh too. I've found that bone marrow also gives you and extra kick, sort of like a energy drink but without the crash. Also pretty handy to gnaw on. . . Anyway.
Powers
Whatever it is that you are afflicted by, has given you the ability to sculpt your body at will. You can form weapons of a substance superior to any earthly alloy and even disguise yourself as others having only made contact with them once. Though, it won't last long. However, if you devour them you can do it anytime with accuracy down to the hair.
Survivability
You may be thinking you're invincible. Well, I'm here to tell you you are not. You can die and will if you don't take care of yourself. Whenever you take damage, your body regenerates itself. However, you will only regenerate if you have recently devoured a human being. They are what keeps you going, afterall. Things you need to worry about? Well, nothing short of a Nuclear Bomb is going to destroy you instantly. Hell, who knows. If there is anything left and you've eaten recently you may even regenerate from that. . .
Amnesia
This is one of the few times I will be allowing amnesia in one of my roleplays. However, that doesn't erase your past! It only means you cannot remember it! And if you try hard enough, encounter familiar items or people you can even recover lost memories. Did I mention, when you devour someone their thoughts and skills become your own?
Also. . .
The more you devour the more intense your weight becomes. This, however, is not obvious as you remain the size you are before. You just become more dense. Other additional notes will be added when necessary.
Rules
.:: 1 ::. No godmoding, powerplaying, metagaming, etc, etc.
.:: 2 ::. Violence, Romance and Swearing are perfectly acceptable in moderation!
.:: 3 ::. Profiles are to be titled "Divine" for The Gods and "Mere Mortal" for Civilians and Military.
.:: 4 ::. Though no posting minimum is in effect here, I ask that you please try to muster up at least a paragraph. If you can't, that's perfectly acceptable. Remember, quality over quantity.
.:: 5 ::. Follow Gaia ToS and my own rules. I may at some point appoint Mods to help me run this Roleplay if it gets crowded enough.
.:: 6 ::. Have a good time and keep posting!
Profiles
The Gods
[b]Name:[/b] First, Last
[b]Handle:[/b] One of the Greek Gods.
[b]Age:[/b] 18+, please.
[b]Gender:[/b] Male or Female.
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]-Height:[/b] How tall is your character?
[b]-Weight:[/b] How much does your character weight? (Normally)
[b]General Description:[/b] What does your character look like?
[b]Equipment:[/b]
[b]Attire:[/b] What does your character wear?
[b]Weapons:[/b] What does your character fight with?
[b]Items:[/b] What does your character carry on their person?
[b]Brief Bio:[/b] Briefly sum up your characters life.
[b]Handle:[/b] One of the Greek Gods.
[b]Age:[/b] 18+, please.
[b]Gender:[/b] Male or Female.
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]-Height:[/b] How tall is your character?
[b]-Weight:[/b] How much does your character weight? (Normally)
[b]General Description:[/b] What does your character look like?
[b]Equipment:[/b]
[b]Attire:[/b] What does your character wear?
[b]Weapons:[/b] What does your character fight with?
[b]Items:[/b] What does your character carry on their person?
[b]Brief Bio:[/b] Briefly sum up your characters life.
Civilians
[b]Name:[/b] First, Last
[b]Age:[/b] 18+, please.
[b]Gender:[/b] Male or Female.
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]-Height:[/b] How tall is your character?
[b]-Weight:[/b] How much does your character weight?
[b]General Description:[/b] What does your character look like?
[b]Equipment:[/b]
[b]Attire:[/b] What does your character wear?
[b]Weapons:[/b] What does your character fight with?
[b]Items:[/b] What does your character carry on their person?
[b]Brief Bio:[/b] Briefly sum up your characters life.
[b]Age:[/b] 18+, please.
[b]Gender:[/b] Male or Female.
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]-Height:[/b] How tall is your character?
[b]-Weight:[/b] How much does your character weight?
[b]General Description:[/b] What does your character look like?
[b]Equipment:[/b]
[b]Attire:[/b] What does your character wear?
[b]Weapons:[/b] What does your character fight with?
[b]Items:[/b] What does your character carry on their person?
[b]Brief Bio:[/b] Briefly sum up your characters life.
Military
[b]Name:[/b] First, Last
[b]Age:[/b] 18+, please.
[b]Gender:[/b] Male or Female.
[b]Rank:[/b] What rank is your character?
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]-Height:[/b] How tall is your character?
[b]-Weight:[/b] How much does your character weight?
[b]General Description:[/b] What does your character look like?
[b]Equipment:[/b]
[b]Attire:[/b] What does your character wear?
[b]Weapons:[/b] What does your character fight with?
[b]Items:[/b] What does your character carry on their person?
[b]Brief Bio:[/b] Briefly sum up your characters life.
[b]Age:[/b] 18+, please.
[b]Gender:[/b] Male or Female.
[b]Rank:[/b] What rank is your character?
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]-Height:[/b] How tall is your character?
[b]-Weight:[/b] How much does your character weight?
[b]General Description:[/b] What does your character look like?
[b]Equipment:[/b]
[b]Attire:[/b] What does your character wear?
[b]Weapons:[/b] What does your character fight with?
[b]Items:[/b] What does your character carry on their person?
[b]Brief Bio:[/b] Briefly sum up your characters life.
