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 Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 2:33 pm
 All throughout the years they said it was impossible for humans to have super powers. It wasn't natural. It'd never happen. If people were meant to fly, they'd have wings. But all of that changed.
In 2012 the US met with the worst Depression in man's known history. A civil war broke out, and was only ended in 2017 when unknown bombing attacks were waged against both sides. Mass pandemonium spread through the country, and eventually the world as fingers were pointed and sides were taken. The US was whole again, but only in a sense. On September 2nd, 2017, World War III began. With attentions taken off of them and put on the war, scientists all over the world began to experiment with DNA. Once their new weapon was perfected, suddenly DNA testing wasn't so heinous a thing.
Human beings suddenly became their own weapons of mass destruction. Children were ripped from orphanages to become test subjects. Infants and adults alike were injected and recorded. Women were paid millions for their eggs to be used. The elderly were put back into commission. Everything was going so well. Too well, even, as soon the war came to an impasse. Everyone was too evenly matched. A treaty was put into place and on December 22nd, 2025 the world was at peace again. Damages were paid, the economy was renewed. Things began to look up.
Until May 3rd, 3011, that is. At 11:00 AM EST in the US, the President was shot and killed. Every half hour after that, the next man down was somehow found deceased. All over the world, men and women of power were dying. Some from "suicides", some from unknown causes, some from blatant murder. Once again, pandemonium erupted, and the world was thrown into chaos. It was soon discovered the the very same organizations of scientists that aided in the last WW, were now on their own side, and they had an army behind them that would make any normal human being shake in their proverbial boots. But no one would stand down and let these men take control. Thus began World War IV.
For ten years the world was in chaos. No one was safe. No one was surviving. And as the biological warfare got worse, even when there was no fighting, no one was safe. For now the dead had begun to rise by night, searching for something to satiate this burning ache within them. No one was exempt from their wrath. Soon enough, there just weren't enough people to fight the war anymore. And it stopped. People moved on. They tried to find safe zones in the scarcely populated world. It was like the apocalypse had come.
As with any calm after the storm, people began to build colonies, but none dared make them any bigger than a small town. No one wanted to attract the monstrosities that now haunted their nights, and sometimes even their days. Now the great, great, great, great grandchildren of those that started this mess must rebuild. Now there's a chance to restart and do things right. But only if they can survive the things that were once only nightmares to their ancestors.
And now we begin...
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 3:41 pm
_CHARACTERS_  Zumatra: (4'9", N/A) She's an 11 year old with some scary strong telekinetic powers, as well as some other, weaker psychic powers such as mild telepathy. She's rather curious and had a tendency to get into trouble. If she's not finding it, it's probably finding her. She's scared of her powers, but if she doesn't use them they use themselves, if you catch my drift. This is where... Degan: comes into play! (6'1", bisexual) He's a super smart 20 year old. He has the uncanny ability to remember almost everything he reads and has a slight photographic memory. He's not good for much else, besides scouting and helping Zumatra with her powers. He has a very neutral personality, never one to take sides or stand up to someone or for someone without major provocation. Though he has a soft spot for Zumatra as well as... Nikita: (5'6", She'd like you to believe it's asexual) She's a bold and fiery 18 year old who doesn't like taking s**t off of anyone. She's a puzzle solver and a nifty mechanic that's pretty good at wielding her wrenches in defense as well as repair. She's also kind of like a human welding torch, being able to manipulate fire. While her powers are much, much weaker than Zumatra's, she doesn't have to use them in fear of them going haywire on her. She's the protector of the group with a fierce loyalty. She's quick to anger, but just as quick to forgive. She also hates to be harsh to Zumatra, having a soft spot for kid, though even with her she has a hard time controlling her temper.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 11:27 pm
 But this is where the group runs into...
Jonah "Joe" Storhaug (5'5", Crazed Heterosexual) He is pale as he has hardly been outside since the start of WW4, always mutters something to himself and his blue eyes always dart this way and that, while wide with fear; something odd for a man who's only 25. Jonah was a man who went through WW3 and was part of WW4, though he deserted his post to try and save his wife. Sadly, he did not and not to mention, he also failed to save his friends. Wracked with guilt, something within him snapped and he has not been the same since. Jonah is able to manipulate metals, though its very weak. He's also good at memorizing maps and has little skill in medicine. He's a sharp shooter due to his training.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 7:24 pm
 Connor Mensh: (21/5'9"/Unsure, used to be straight, starting to question) Conner is a bit of an odd ball. It's not that he isn't friendly, but he really seems like he doesn't realize the seriousness of the situation. It might be all the energy drinks he guzzles, or maybe it's because he's been sleeping in half hour increments for so long but he's on the verge of being a loose canon, which could be worrisome for those around him. While being a decent shot for a civilian his power is far less destructive, in fact, Connor has a very strong healing ability. To what limit and at what cost has yet to bee seen, but it has saved Connor's own life a few times already.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 11:21 pm
Elijas G-630
(6'2", Genetically engineered warrior of the scientists)
Born in the gene vats of one of the Red Star Cabal of scientists he fought in world war four. The born of the G batch of advanced warriors were designed to be commandos created for special operations and assaults. This cadre of warriors were named the Arcani after the warrior commandos of ancient Rome. With far greater individual intelligence than the swarm type warriors created as grunts for the scientist armies they were well suited for long missions behind enemy lines.
His skin is a dark mottled black the texture of shark skin. Hairless his body also has hard bone plates on his fore arms, shins and across parts of his skull leaving a crest on his forehead to the top of his head. Possessing of an advanced musculature he can lift four hundred pounds and run easily a three minute mile. His eyes can see in low light, his ears are recessed along his slightly extended skull. His organs are symmetrically placed around his body and have several redundancies so it takes allot to kill him along with dense bones.
((Before we begin I want to ask you guys something. There's a guy, Conor_Goulding that wants to join us. I think he's applied to the guild and I want to know if it'd be okay with you guys. I've role played with him for a couple of years and trust his skills. But, it's up to you two.))
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 3:50 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 9:18 am
((I'd love for him to join. However, he needs to reapply to the guild with the proper form from the front page filled out. I PMed it to him and cleared his request, but he hasn't filled out a new one, so get on him about reapplying. He needs to do that because it wouldn't be fair to everyone else who had to send in a post to apply. smile Let him know it's nothing personal.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 9:20 am
((I have no clue what he put so... *Shrug* Okii, I'll tell him.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 10:16 am
((He had a really nice request to join, but he just didn't use the form on the front page and he didn't have a sample post. We just need it on record.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 10:33 am
.::Beginning Setting::. It's nearing dusk on a bitter cold, very damp day. Most of what's left of the city is in ruins, though some buildings provide a nice amount of shelter from the elements. Enough to sleep and recover in. It is eerily quiet and empty, the people that had once lived here either dead, or elsewhere now. In some places you can find food worth salvaging, clothes worth taking with you, or medicines worth using, but you have to look hard to find them. The sky is over cast and you're probably certain that it might start to snow if those clouds let go. There's a chill wind that makes the temperature below freezing when it blows. This is where we begin.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 11:20 am
Connor Mensch
Here we come, on the run.
A cold draft drifting in through a poorly sealed window in one the shell of a building help Connor wake himself from his short slumber. Only allowing himself to sleep in half hour increments for so long has forced his body to adjust to it. It wasn't something hard to do and become used to, but Connor still managed to have light bags under his eyes. He sat himself up, running his hands through his messy hair and forced himself to get out and start moving. He wore an odd mix of styles of clothing, but he did have enough to keep him warm.
Connor's weapon of choice was a shotgun. In his bag he had some bullets for a pistol, but was still hunting for one. If all else fails he also had a machete. He needed to arm himself to the teeth because of his unique ability that he saw as a bit of a hindrance. In his ear was one ear bud with music playing just to keep him pleasantly disconnected from the horrors he had to face each evening.
Connor hadn't been walking too long before he came upon fire built out in the open. He looked it over and assumed this wasn't an accident. Someone had to have set it up. He couldn't wrap his mind around why it was out in the open, maybe it was a signal fire. Quickly wetting his lips he let out a sharp whistle; a sound those creatures didn't seem to respond to. Well, if he was very close to one, that has proven to get their attention, but if one was around the corner they might not realize it was a sign of life. At least, that has been Connor's luck so far. Looking around, his shotgun at the ready he let out another set of whistles; three short, three long, and three more short: S.O.S. Typical human hearing notice noises in three's easily, hence why SOS was always was three sets of three in Morse Code. Figuring he might not find anyone right away he stayed on the move keeping his eyes peeled.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 12:28 pm
Here I am, on the road again... ✪ ...There I go. Turn the page. The trio sat by a much smaller fire than the one they'd set for distraction. They were as safe as they could be in one of the less decayed buildings. The youngest, a small girl, sat bundled in all of the blankets that the group carried. The oldest, a male, was heating up a can of vegetables and some kind of meat on a skewer over the personal grill rack they'd swiped a few towns back. The last, a young woman, sat watching the cold night. They were safe for now, but she wasn't going to let her guard down. Those creatures were smarter than they seemed at first. She sighed and looked back at them. "Are you warm enough Zu-" She paused, hearing a sharp whistle on the wind. "Did you hear that, Degan?" She asked him, listening harder. There it was again. "A distress signal."
"Ignore it." The male, Degan, said as he continued to work on getting everything heated through. They'd walked all day. They needed the nourishment if they were going to keep going. Plus, Zumatra was getting sick. She needed it most of all so that she could stay healthy. He and Nikita would just have to sleep in all of their clothing to stay warm. "They'll only cause us trouble." Degan was wary of people to begin with. But people out in the dead of night made him even more nervous. They had to be crazy to be traveling when the sun was setting. He knew what was out there. "Poor soul will probably be eaten."
"You can't just leave him out there." The small voice of Zumatra was condescending, even though her growing cold. The little girl was full of compassion for life. She wanted them to help the person out there in the cold. They couldn't get eaten, that was just cruel. She didn't understand that not everyone could be trusted yet. Even though she was shy of people, she considered everyone her friend. She wanted to know that whoever was out there was as safe as she was. Degan and Niki took great care of her, she was lucky that they loved her so much. She wished everyone had something like that. "You have to get him, Niki, please?" She begged, looking up at the older girl pitifully. The older girl uttered a quiet sigh of compliance and stood. She leaned slightly out the window and began to return the whistle.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 1:16 pm
Connor Mensch
Here we come, on the run.
The cold wind carried the sharp sound of a distant whistle. Connor looked around, making a reply whistle. He followed his ears, pulling the earbud out and tucking it away for now so he could focus. He moved into the light of the fire. Yes, it was very dangerous, but it might be the only way to be seen by whoever it was that was whistling back. Hopefully it was a human. He signaled with his hands to show the he was human as the light of the fire fell over him, and he moved around the fire looking around before stepping out of the direct light so nothing else could easily spot him.
It took him a while but he managed to look up and catch the sight of Niki leaning out a window and whistling. Connor raised his hand, gave a single whistle, then pointed to the front door. Connor headed in after making a note of what floor they were on. As quietly as he could Connor opened the door to the old building, it was getting hard to see from the lack of light due to the time of day, but the still headed through, each step light and carefully planned.
Connor continued to see if he could find a map, any kind of map, even one that just pointed out the emergency exits, and then made his way up the stairs to the proper floor. That was the easy part, now he needed to figure out where they were on this floor. Connor would make a soft whistle if he didn't see anyone by the time he got this far.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 1:47 pm
Elijas' eye was pressed to the intergrated scope of his rifle. He watched the humans in the building on the opposite side of the street from his own perch. Hidden in shadow his naturally dark skin and his camoflauge gear made him invisible.
He sat back into the wall of the shatterd room, he had been following the larger group for several days. At first he had desided he would attack them and take their supplies, then he decided to simply steal it and leave them unharmed. Now...now he was simply watching them.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 2:03 pm
Here I am, on the road again... ✪ ...There I go. Turn the page. Nikita watched the street below for the one whistling. She finally spotted him in the light of their distraction fire. She whistled and waved him up. She then crossed the room to wait in the hall for him. She knew that it would be slow going as the building was hard to navigate in the failing light of the growing night. She frowned and turned to look back in the room.
"Be careful, Nikita." Degan said as he flipped the meat that he was cooking. Her stomach growled slightly. She nodded to him and turned back to the darkened hallway. She heard his footsteps approaching.
"We'll be fine." She tensed as the man came into sight. She frowned and stood straighter. "Stop right there. Don't come any closer until you give me your name, where you hail from, if you have companions, and who you work for." She said as she took a slight defensive stance. She wasn't going to let him hurt the only people she had left in the world.
She heard Zumatra ask when dinner was going to be read. She almost smiled a little. She'd had a group of people she'd lived with in a colony when she was younger. She'd asked the same thing millions of times. But they'd been taken from her by those monsters. The colony just wasn't big enough. That's why the trio was always on the move. She couldn't bear to lose them.
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