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Do you remember what the ancients said about the end of the world? Well, they weren't entirely wrong. But the end didn't come by some natural disaster. There was a war. Another world war that wiped out most of humanity. It was started by an exclusive trio of billionaires who, alongside the government, started the begining of the end. That was 100 years ago. The world has been reduced to ashes, and out technology has been destroyed. The small group of individuals who survived were either hardy criminals, or those with a specific sort of power. This power was what the club was after, and the destruction of mankind was merely a way to thin the numbers.

There has been a number of disappearances, unexplained. Some cower, hiding in fear of being discovered as what they are, and some stood up to fight, to protect themselves and those born with this power. The war is starting again. The Final War.

Criminals are stray characters who can pick either side to fight in. They work as mercenaries and hired guns.

All three billionaires are in the war, working behind the scenes, making obstecles for the Immortals.

Immortals don't have to join the war, but they can't work for the Trio if they do

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KK I'll start when more ppl join

Hannah coughed, brushing a brown curl of hair out of her face. She stood in her office, looking over papers of sloppy, hand-written notes. The office was not exactly nice - the paint was peeling off the walls, the metal desk was dented in several places, and the single chair looked as though it could barely hold Hannah's weight - but it was functional. And that was what mattered.

The doctor's office had never truly recovered from the war that had swept through the area. Between lack of funds and staff and the near elimination of technology, the place had never managed to rise above "functional." Hannah was happy with it, though. It was a ready-made space to work when she had found it, and she didn't need much more than that. She was quite an adept doctor without the technology. Her unexplainable, nearly magical skills with wounds and diseases helped.

The theives that populated the area didn't bother to steal much of anything from the doctor's office. That was perhaps due to the lack of valuables, though Hannah preferred to think that it was because she didn't require patients to pay for her services if they were sick. She was glad to do so, and even got some thank-you gifts out of it. A lucky talisman that a 15-year-old boy had given her hung from a nail on the wall. Her latest gift had been a surprisingly well-cooked salmon from a young woman who had been deathly ill when she came to the doctor's office. Goodness knows how the woman came upon it, but Hannah wasn't going to ask questions.