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 Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 2:09 am
How long has it been since we were cursed to this world below the world, where all we see is the crack of sun, the exit! But alas we are unable to reach that exit, we are the cursed people, and I fear it will not be much longer until those that walk in the dark corner us. I can hear them tearing at the walls of our world, the cracking of stones below their giant claws, I fear I will no longer be able to enter into this journal. I want to know why we came here to begin with; I want to know how it was our fate to be cursed. I pray that no other soul enters into this place, I pray for the world above to never know of the horrors below. I……
The last entry of a journal, found on July 4, 1725, though the author is unknown and what he speaks about remained a mystery. Though that was what people believed, the truth. The honest truth. Was that people researched this single page for nearly a hundred years, and finding its origins to be a small cave centered off of the coast of Dublin. When researchers entered this cave, they found a massive village, none like they had ever seen before. Though it appeared new, what the researchers did find was the rest of the note book, declaring an ancient story of races of myth. When they came to the stones that the author spoke of they found that it was as though some creature had broken through the wall and crawled into the sea.
In a year the cave was kept a secret, the researchers that had found it killed, and the silence of the notebook left to rest in the unnatural darkness that man hides its darkest secrets. Though like any story left unfinished this one demanded to be finished, so when a young researcher was placed in charge, he read the notebook day after day, every night, it became a bed story like no other. That was until a strange man appeared asking for the notebook, claiming to be its author. Of course any one would simply put disheartened laugh at the man for his claim, he was less then agreeable with how the human nature had turned out. So in a fit of rage for his property he did something no one would’ve thought possible.
He unleashed hell.
He brought all that bumped in the night to life, those creatures that made men cry became real, and the world itself was forever changed.
What keeps these creatures from appearing? Us! We are the Keepers. An organization formed by the researcher that kept the notebook so close. We are children of the notebook, those chosen with gifts. Though we are not all humans, even those creatures that humans once feared have joined our ranks. We keep the world in check; we demand peace in all forms.
Ever imagine you saw something dark skim across your vision only to make you second guess what you saw? Those are the things we deal with, the Dark Dawn. The children of the notebook are both us the organization and those of the Dark Dawn.
Welcome to the Era of Pandora.
Humans Opened The Box.
We Fight What Is Inside.
((A quick side-note, when I say mature is that meaning blood and gore, with death. So please act as people and if you die, stay dead, make a new character))
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 2:41 am
Keepers Home
The Keepers are like any other government funded organization, they must maintain some rule and on the surface they appear nothing but a simply library. However under the library structure is a vast network of levels. Each declaring a subject line, for those of the Dark Dawns they are allowed to live in the Keepers building along with children that no longer have homes. Some others are every-day people, they appear nothing odd, and they can have families, friends, loved ones.
The lowest level of the Keepers builders, is that of the Dark Dawn Notebook. A collection of notes from the author describing each creature that resides in the cave off of Dublin, sealed their by some source. Though each keeper has their own digital copy of the notebook in order to class the creature they are dealing with. Another level is a mess-hall, offering food and other odd things for those that do not eat human food.
The second level is that of the Alert Room as it has been claimed, this is the computer that connects the organization with every government in the world, alerting them of possible threats or sightings. The fourth level is that of the research department, not only do the Keepers fight the Dark Dawns, but also study them. The level above the lowest level is that for the Dark Dawns, it is close to the notebook, which the creatures seem to enjoy mostly. Each having their own personal space.
Characters
If you are deciding to be a human, you are allowed to have a power, or a weapon of power. Each providing with possible outcomes to deal with the Dark Dawns. Humans are classed between A level power to a D, which in some cases if you are a D you may not want to venture into the battle fields. Other possible outcome for humans is the research department, they offer knowledge, and often come along on battles in order to view higher level Dark Dawns.
If you are considered to be a Dark Dawn inside of the Keepers, be warned. Dark Dawns is the name that the humans gave them in order to keep a clear head instead of offering the true name to each creature. There are vampires, demons, werewolves, etc. Though as a Dark Dawn, you are given a name by the humans, names are power in the Dark Dawns. In signing with the Keepers you are contracted by your own blood with your own name that you will never tell another person to keep them from having power over you.
Levels
Everything in the Keepers is classed as levels, from their researchers, to their fighters, and even the Dark Dawns. Mission are kept in level standards, if you are classed as a level D, you are not going on a level B mission unless you provide that you are accompanying a higher level. The highest level that has been declared is S, anything beyond this would be considered the power of the authors. At which case, would be horrible.
Character Profiles
Gaian name:
Character Name:
Age: (The highest age I will allow is two thousand years, at which time you will need to write a Bio outline for that old of a character.)
Race: (Human or Dark Dawn, which includes all those creatures mentioned before.)
Class Level: (Highest at moment is B, allows time to grow)
Power:
Weapon:
Bio:
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 3:20 am
Gaian name: Hokyo Cumen
Character Name: Falo (Name Given By Keepers)
Age: A Little Over A Thousand Years Old
Race: Dark Dawn/ Vampire
Class Level: B
Power: Blue Flames
Weapon: Two Greek falcata
Bio: Falo is a Greek man. His age he rarely speaks of, but from his tone and manner in which he acts proves he was there when Spartan stood against Persia. Though some might suspect he may be older but he hardly tells about it. Falo is a young looking boy in truth, in his twenties he wasn’t expected to live long when he was brought up. That was until a man offered him to remain young and strong forever. Falo not knowing what that meant at the time took the offer. For years he spilled blood of countless people with the man, in battles over time and in passion loved the man.
However as fate would have it, he turned against his lover, killing him. She was far too greedy, seeking the world for her own, Falo still being somewhat young in a mind frame sought only to have a calm life. He spent several years, venturing to different worlds, studying with great men, and offering his own knowledge of battle tactics to commanders. This continued for nearly a hundred years, until he felt himself being called to the cave in Dublin.
Venturing in, he doesn’t anything, besides waking in darkness and for nearly eight hundred years fighting against others like him. That was until the author released them, he however felt no compassion for the man that released him. In fact he grew to hate the man, as he found there was no place for a man like him in this world. After a while, he found his way into the hands of the Keepers and offered his services to them, with a blood contract of his own blood.
Falo has a few odd traits, he found a love for classical music, his room in the Keepers building is dressed in dark red, and music seems always to flow from it, he also loves to drink wine, but of course blood is an energy he needs. His oddest desire is his sexual one, he often finds himself bringing women home from night, and while he does love them, has only killed two since in the Keepers hands.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 2:01 pm
Falo
The grounds of the Keepers building was rather silent, well that was it empty in the library above ground, the morning air was unfitting with Falo’s deep breath, but of course it was the last moment before the sun rose and he would need to venture below. Picking up a wine glass he took a sip of red wine which left a small smudge on his lips. Flipping a page in the book, ‘Dracula’ he found humor in the book, but hated that the author skipped around by notebooks. He raised his head for a moment as he noted the librarian came into view and looked at him for a moment, but then left quickly.
Turning another page in the book, he stood. The book folding closed as he pushed it under his arm. His other hand taking the glass from the table, he walked slowly back to the dark corners of the library. Places where boring books were kept, and in no real world event did many people come back here. Coming to a picture he took it in for a moment and stepped through it as though it was nothing. Standing on the other side of the table, the picture rippled with a strange silver glow. It was a metal formed from the cave in Dublin, it allowed passage for those of special abilities.
Clicking a button on the elevator it sped quickly to his level and he entered. There were four other elevators so people had room to roam on each level. Humming to some music that was playing over head. “Mess Hall please.” He spoke crisp Greek tone and the elevator came to life and it moved so quickly that even Falo had a hard time keeping his ground. Stopping at the level six he came out into a large room which was considered the mess hall, windows had digital images of the world outside, from cameras posted on different buildings in order to make it feel more like a normal building. Taking another seat at one of the tables, the kitchen crew was busy making all types of food and a girl screamed inside of the kitchen likely from finding something that was still alive.
Falo opened the book again and began to read as he set the red wine on the table, and relaxed on the back of the chair. His feet resting on another chair, he looked as though a spoiled man sitting there, with no concerns of the world. Oh how dull it would be for humans to see him in such a manner, they would assume him to be a child that was just lazy, if they knew the truth they would find a new fear in their nightmares. His dark hair spread out across his head like that of the night sky, and his eyes darted at each word, dead to the world, but inside of the book which gave him comfort of a reality that humans dreamed of.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 3:06 pm
Gaian name: Imortal Sam R I Character Name: Ike Age: 24 Race:human Class Level: Class B Power: Bends light to his will Weapon: his hands and light Bio: Ike was born in a Church up high in the mountains where he lived some of his life. He was raised there, trained there, and where he learned of his power. It was a dark day, Bandits had found the church and decided to ransack the place. The priest were in mass, and Ike's mother was sick in bed as the bandits closed in on the place. Ike was playing out side with a ball given to him by his mother when he spotted the Bandits. Unfortunatly Ike was spotted, too. When Ike tried to run to tell the priest of the bandits, he was hit in the heart with an arrow. As the the darkness shrowded his eyes, he heard the men laugh as they came closer to the church. Ike prayed that they would be stopped. As Ike layed there dying, with dark filled eyes, as he felt the last bit of life leaving his body, a bright light pierced the darkness that blinded him. The next thing he remembered was standing in front of the church covered in blood, holding a sword made out of pure light, and surrounded by the bodies of the bandits. Ike was scarred by the death he delt that day and became closed off later on in life. The priest themselves had no idea what to call him, devil due to his red eyes or angel due to his power. Ike left the church at the age of 16 and soon after joined the Keepers. Appearance: 
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 3:14 pm
Ike was in line for Breakfast as Falo walked in. "Ah the prince of darkness is here." he stated in a monotone mumble as he recieved his breakfast. Other than the kitchen staff, there was hardly anyone in here. The only reason why Ike was up was due to his sleeping patterns. While he lived in the church in the mountains, Ike rose early, right before daybreak to tend to the animals and to prepare for day long training for the "Path of Light". To Ike it was tradition, so he never really left the pattern.
Ike walked over to the table where Falo was sitting. He placed his tray down as he noticed what book Falo was reading. "Should I find it ironic that you are reading Dracula or do just enjoy other's Fantasies?" he asked as he sat down in front of Falo. Even though it would seem a man of holy power would never consort with a man who was of evil creation, it was not the case for Ike. Ike respected Falo, not because Falo was vampire, but because Falo was wise and easily trusted on the battle field. Well that was Ike's opinion at least.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 3:18 pm
Gaian name: Epic Irony Character Name: Sol Age: 12 Race: Human Class Level: B Power: Control over the atomic structure of matter he's in physical contact with; includes himself. (Basically can convert solids to liquids and gasses, or vice-versa by physical contact and focus.) Weapon: The only thing he's ever found that his powers don't effect (aside from most Dark Dawn creatures); a serrated dagger with a blade about 9 inches long. Bio: Sol was born to a dead father and a dying mother. During his first year, he lost both his parents because of the unstable nature of his powers; and during the next seven or so years of his life he lost much more. With little control over his power until the age of about 9, Sol succeeded in destroying almost everything he came in contact with... Resulting in his mental instability and exile into the woods. Yes, exile might be an outdated solution... But during his period of being lost, this happened. At the age of 11, Sol was found by the Keepers and taken in for training. Although he's very powerful, he's not quite ready for missions: Or so say the Directors. Appearance: 
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 3:25 pm
Sol walked into the Mess Hall a few moments after Ike sat down near Falo. He nodded at the two in greeting; most people here knew Sol. Not because he was super-popular or anything... It was because he was the most accidentally destructive 12 year old around. He walked over to the line to get food, making sure to put on his specially developed gloves that the Directors had made for him. They were made of the same materials as his clothes here, and it was one of the very few things he couldn't change. Which was a relief, for Sol. And so he got a bowl of cereal and a Pop-Tart, sitting down a few seats from the two already here. He might have been a little quiet and a little odd, but he certainly wasn't a social outcast.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 6:17 pm
Falo
Falo glanced up from his book in terms of Ike speaking him, he never turned down company, but he also was a creature that had come accustom to being alone. Closing the book he set it down on the table, and glanced around the room for a moment. “I find it fascination the world that Bram settled for the idea of Dracula, the oldest vampire.” He remarked with a tone of interest. “It weaves into a creature that finds humans interesting, but vampires are the ideal of the most sin a human can muster, Dracula is by far the least version of vampire I imagine myself as, though I fear I’d rather read this then the scum that some authors write of vampires finding love in human form.” He spoke with his deep tone of Greek.
Noting that Sol had entered into the room, a slime grin spread across his face. The child was interesting, he was a destructive menace and yet the Keepers took him just like Falo. The Keepers were not picky about those that joined their ranks as long as they could control them. Level B was the term that those researchers claimed for Falo to be, but he wondered what it would be termed if he had actually given his all. Being a part of the Keepers for nearly seventy years as it was, those that may have suspected him of holding back have died long ago, but as far as Falo was concerned B level was fine with him. Reaching for his glass he took a sip, a bit of red wine skimmed down his face and he quickly rubbed it away with the back of his hand. “It has been rather quiet of lately, missions have not been high levels and The Author’s notebook does not speak to me when I lay in bed anymore, I wonder if that man is dead.” He spoke more to himself then Ike, but at the same time directed interest to see if the man would offer any suggestion for this reasoning.
He took note when Sol sat down with them, he glanced at the boys food choice, not something Falo would’ve eaten when he was a child, he would’ve had some type of meat and likely a wine, but this was a different era. Taking another sip from his glass, he noticed it was low and wondered if he would be out of place by replacing the wine with blood, but decided he wasn’t in the mood for that in truth and the wine was tasting so well today.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 7:37 pm
"Yeah, I agree" he stated as he created a fork out of light so that he can eat. "The activity for the Dark Dawn has been down lately. Some are stating that we have won this war. But many more have said that the Dark Dawn plaining something. As for the Author, i don't think he is dead. If he was dead, someone would have to know about it." He stated. Ike scooped up some eggs and ate them. He looked over at Sol. Sol was kinda new to him. But at the same time he understood what the kid was goin through. The chruch had trained Ike countless hours trying to hone his skills for their use.
Ike waved to the kid with his light fork. He swallowed his food and continued, "I am kinda of enjoying the smaller missions, it allows me to pratice while digging up info. Key is to always be aware, am I right" he said with a grin. He took a sip of his orange juice. "Remeber the last mission we had together. I had to carry your coffin all the way back to the f-en transporter. Not fun." He told Falo with a smile.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 9:34 pm
"They're planning something," Sol said quietly, taking a momentary pause from his Cocoa Puffs. He didn't know how he knew, he just knew. The creatures of the Dark Dawn weren't the kind to give up, no matter what. It was just going to escalate... He sighed, becoming bored. He picked up his fork, which he hadn't used yet, and twirled it between his fingers... Watching as it dissolved slowly. He sighed, and picked up his spoon to continue eating cereal.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 1:17 am
Falo
Falo nodded in agreement towards Sol, as a younger kitchen aid filled his glass and set the bottle beside him. He smiled at her and she blushed and disappeared into the kitchen again. “I do not recall ever living in a coffin before I came to the Keepers, but I have found it a delight that I can’t seem to resist, all those years in a small space have grown on me.” He spoke with a rather smug tone, as he took another sip from his glass and watched as some of the windows changed to another sight in the world.
“The Dark Dawns are simple for the most part, many of them are level C’s and lower, but I fear those of higher power are far more fierce and the fights that happened within the Dublin cave were fierce, The Author will likely use those against us, he wants to bring upon hell.” He spoke as he looked at the window, a picture from somewhere in Egypt and in his dark eyes appeared like they were a thousand years in the past. “The Author and I have only met once, and even though he was at one point a human when he studied The Cave, his humanity has long gone and left an empty shell within a mind of unknown rage against the human world.” He turned his attention back towards the two that sat with him and glanced at Sol when he dissolved his fork, but made no comment of it.
Over the years he had found it better not to care too deeply for any soul that would not live long enough to match him, some may find it cold for him to do so, but he was a creature that had seen empires fall, helped create a few, and in all that time he had learned the simple fact that humans died. In battle, in the cold depths of the night, they simply died, but they lived with such flare he couldn’t help admire them. If he had seen that flare when he was human he would’ve never taken this curse, but he had learned to live with it. “What do you two fellows intend to do this fine day?” He questioned, due to his lack of ability to go outside, the sun was not so kind to his skin.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 4:25 am
As Falo spoke, Ike continued to eat. After Falo finished his comment about the Author, Ike replied, "That's true, but that is why we keeper's work so hard." He Finished his juice. "AS for today, I am either going to practice some new ideas with my power that would allow me to do recon missions in the day easier, or recieve a mission and have to go do that." he stated as he finished his food. "Do you think there will be an advancement test soon?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 9:41 am
Gaian name: ApostropheRobin Character Name: Victoria Chevalier Age: A couple hundred, though she stopped counting and just says shes 22. Race: Dark Dawn/half-demon Class Level: B Power: shape shifter Weapon: Twin Daggers Bio: Victoria was born into a french family who were part of the court of the King of France. Her early life was carefree, unaware of her powers, simply enjoying being part of the court and, of course, the high lavish lifestyle. That all changed when she was kidnapped at 13 by her real father, a shape shifting demon who had seduced her mother years before. He treated her as a slave in ways that were absolutely monstrous. The only thing he taught her was how to focus her energies and change her form. She got to the point where she could easily do it on a whim. It was at this point that she took advantage of this ability and escaped her father. She wandered for years, her original family having long been dead and being lost in the world. She found a love in studying the old texts, learning anything she could about the monsters, much like her father had been, that could be harming the world. It was then she found the Keepers. She learned from them about the notebook and grew eager to study the different Dark Dawns, to learn where they came from, to understand them. She was not much of a fighter herself, only able to shape shift into different forms. She joined the league's of researchers and has since been helping them make specialized weapons for the Dark Dawns among their ranks, and study any others whom the Keepers were fighting against. She enjoyed following on missions to study the Dark Dawns and, since she was able to shape shift, it made it easy for her to stay out of the way and observe without those on the mission needing to worry about her safety. Appearance: 
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 11:09 am
Gaian name: Mademoiselle Juko Character Name: Chirunia Calles (don't make fun of his name, he will kill you) Age: 24 Race: Werewolf Class Level: B Power:can transform into a regular wolf at will, other than that he uses his weapons, skill and strength Weapon: Sword, dagger, spear Bio: Chirunia used to be a normal boy, with only grades and a pesky little sister to worry about. But that all changed when he turned fifteen. Chirunia was bitten by a full fledged werewolf who later claimed to have had no control over himself. But the way Chirunia remembers it is much, much different. He was by the lake alone, during a full moon. His girlfriend had just dumped him, and he was upset and angry. At first, he didn't notice the huge wolf-man behind him, but by the time he did, it was too late. The werewolf nearly killed him, and he has the scars all over his chest, stomach and neck to prove it. FRom that day on, Chirunia was never the same. His family was afraid of him. He was no longer allowed into the schools. He became more and more dangerous with each month, because he had no where to vent his anger. After a full two years of torturing his fellow citizens, Chirunia was taken to a lab to be killed and examined. But just as the scientists were preparing the needles, Chirunia came to his senses and killed every one of the scientists and escaped. For five years, he wandered the deserts, with nothing to live for, but nothing to die for. He cannot remember much prior to entering this (uh...i dunno what to call it... sweatdrop )) Appearance:  human form  wolf form  Werewolf form ((he's a pretty werewolf, very unique))
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