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 Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 8:07 pm
[Introduction] | [Setting] | [Rules] | [Announcements] | [History] | [HEPAETH Citizen Database]
[Updated 12.21.10]
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 8:11 pm
[Setting] Wither By Rain takes place in an inhospitable world. Terrain is treacherous; the mountains are nearly impassable, forests bear twisted creatures, and the very land is toxic. But perhaps the most terrifying of all of Wither's weapons is her rains. Once cleansing, they now herald the coming of death, catalyzing the process of decay. Metal buildings rot beneath the storms. Human flesh liquefies when left exposed for too long.
Thankfully, the acid rains are not so powerful that all life cannot survive. It takes time to reduce goliath structures to rubble. Though, that does mean if one were to ever get caught outside during a storm, it will be one terribly slow death. [Places of Interest] Hepaeth - The Last CityPOPULATION20,650,000CONTINENT
Kaphriqua
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Hepaeth
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Constanti CLIMATE + GEOGRAPHYSituated on cliff overlooking the Arkon Bay, Hepaeth is hardly sheltered from the elements. Being a coastal city, it often experiences more violent than usual storms though the overall temperature is much more bearable than further inland. A few jutting rock formations provide some shelter from ocean winds.
Leading up to the city's many gates is a pathway, wide enough for ten caravans to pass abreast, carved into the cliff edge.ALLIED» Oceanic Federation
» Voskraw
» Antholi (post-breaking)____________________________________________ Hepaeth (Valley) - Refugee Grounds
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35,650,000 The Refugee Grounds lie between the city and the forest. Nestled in a valley, some say it's even more protected than Hepaeth. However, citizens living in the area must contend with the wildlife.
The Government of Hepaeth has deployed three-quarters of it's military to safeguard the refugees. Deemed the Hepaethos Guard, they maintain order and promote cooperation amongst displaced families who may harbour resentment towards their new neighbours. The Guard accepts fighters and peacekeepers from other countries. [Introduction] | [Setting] | [Rules] | [Announcements] | [History] | [HEPAETH Citizen Database] [Updated 12.22.10]
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Cassandra Voorhees Captain
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Cassandra Voorhees Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 8:31 pm
[Rules] Nothing too strange or unusual here, just the stuff you’d normally find in most sane and orderly RPs. ONE
Possibly the most fundamental law in these forums: Follow the Gaia ToS. TWOThis is a semi literate+ RP –meaning no one line posts. Try to imagine this as a novel; paragraphs are wonderful.THREE
On the subject of paragraphs, this isn’t really a rule, but it just makes it a lot easier to read if you put an extra space between paragraphs (since you can’t really hit the tab key in posts). I would also like to remind people that every time a new person speaks, a new paragraph is started. What I'm getting at is, dialogue is extremely hard to find, much less understand, when hidden in a block of text. FOURPM me all character profiles prior to posting. I will need to screen them before you move forward.FIVE
No god-modding. It’s annoying and near impossible to work with. SIXNo puppeteering another person’s character unless you’ve discussed it with them. This also includes if you are going to kill off their character, or do something to that character that is outside the laws of society, out of their (the character’s) comfort zone, etcetc.
When in doubt, just ask the person in private whether something you’re going to do is okay or not.SEVEN
I don’t mind swearing if it enhances the mood or is a part of your character, but only if. EIGHTExplicit or "mature content" scenes are prohibited in this thread.
PM me if you are unsure of whether something qualifies as explicit or not. NINE
I like pretty posts. Don't be afraid to decorate them, but also don't feel the need to do anything fancy.
The bare minimum however includes a picture of your character and your character's name. TENI’m not sure whether this even needs saying. Here goes anyway, just in case. Stay in character. Try to keep them believable.
Unless you have a good explanation for something that goes against your character’s original personality, stick to this rule.ELEVEN
If you need to say something out of character, please use double brackets. ((Like so.)) TWELVERules are subject to change.THIRTEEN
Have fun. I also retain the right to ban or otherwise invoke drastic measures should anyone break these rules. Or make me really unhappy. Which ever comes first. Do not be alarmed though. I'm a fairly reasonable person (or so I'd like to think) so I'll hand out warnings before doing anything crazy.Side note: Rule thirteen is not absolutely mandatory, but it does help with the experience. [Introduction] | [Setting] | [Rules] | [Announcements] | [History] | [HEPAETH Citizen Database] [Updated 12.21.10]
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 8:57 pm
[Announcements] In an effort to maintain order in a quickly deteriorating society, the Hepaeth Government issues messages and controls most media outlets. They support freedom of speech but, as of now, are not ready to relinquish complete control. AUG 19, 28 RE - 01:00 | 02:00 | 03:00 | 04:00 | 05:00 | 06:00 | 07:00 | 08:00 | 09:00 | 10:00 | 11:00 | 12:00 | 13:00 | 14:00 | 15:00 | 16:00 | 17:00 | 18:00 | 19:00 | 20:00 | 21:00 | 22:00 | 23:00 | 24:00
clear | overcast | drizzle | downpour | thunder | hail | sleet | flurries | blizzard [January 8, 28 RE] [Introduction] | [Setting] | [Rules] | [Announcements] | [History] | [HEPAETH Citizen Database] [Updated 12.21.10]
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Cassandra Voorhees Captain
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Cassandra Voorhees Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 9:01 pm
[History] Antebellum0 - 2489 CE (common era)Wither had been a very calm world during the first two millenniums of the common era. Industries were booming across the globe and nations were able to meet peacefully. Trade was the glue that allowed differing cultures to coexist.
One of history's Greats was born to Lady Hasimine (then Duchess of Hidas) in Kibraim, capital of the kingdom Ghidan, in 2468. Her name was Amananth Lori. On her sixteenth birthday she was crowned Queen of Ghidan. The following six years were spent building up Ghidan's resources. Under her guidance, Ghidan became the strongest industrialized nation in the world, boasting the largest science-based military on the continent Anoa.Conquest2490 - 2508 CEOn January 2, 2490, Queen Amananth launched the first series of attacks on neighbouring countries Yven, Cros, and Kalan. Surprised by the sudden action, all three countries quickly surrendered. Ghidan annexed the territories and the queen named herself Empress, effectively turning her kingdom into an empire.
In a decade Amananth conquered the whole of Anoa. The Ghidan Empire now spanned over half the world's land.
On the other side of the Ivas Ocean, another empire was growing. Having heard of the wars overseas, and subsequently stories about how no country stood a chance in Ghidan's path, the Godking Cirosen of Antholi took the opportunity to unite the already similar nations on the continent Kaphriqua. Spreading half truths about Ghidan's future move against their homeland, Cirosen was able to rally fifteen out of seventeen countries under one banner.
With Amananth and her modernized empire in the east and Cirosen ruling magically-inclined Kaphriqua in the west, the smaller nations who had not been conquered formed the Alliance.
Notable Alliance countries: Hepaeth, Voskraw, Lalai
Nearing the end of the second decade during the period of Conquest, the Ghidanis Assembly met with the Antholian High Council to discuss the process of disarming. Neither Cirosen nor Amananth seemed willing to take the first step. Cirosen walked out when Ghidan demanded he send Antholian scholars to Anoa, in an effort to bring awareness of the differing cultures. Cirosen declared he would not send his people to a place they were obviously not welcomed. Abstian Stellas - Time of No Stars2510 - 11 CEFor a year following the meeting between the east and the west there was a tense period of peace. No side showed signs of aggression.
On June 15, 2510, Cirosen announced the results of the top secret project NOVA. Met with sweeping support, Cirosen sent word to Ghidan that he would unleash a storm that would "level the world in a blinding flash" if Ghidan did not accept his original demands of disarmament and dissolution.
Amananth, in what contemporaries agree to be the "most disastrous slip in diplomatic history," replied through a public broadcast that Ghidan would sooner go up in flames than kiss Antholi a**.
June 20, Cirosen mobilized his NOVA Corps. June 21, NOVA set the Empire aflame, starting with the kingdom Ghidan.
In three months the whole continent was burning, sea to sea. By the seventh month, every Ghidanis city had been reduced to cinders. The death toll by the end of 2511 is an estimated 5 billion of the six billion that had lived under Amananth.
Victory for the Antholi was sweet. The people at home had not seen the horror of the firestorm for themselves, and so they celebrated, lighthearted and flushed with happiness. The celebrations lasted for weeks until whole towns fell silent. Then cities. Then entire countries.
Poison blew in from the east. The smoke that was created by the magic fires, the smoke that carried toxic chemicals from Ghidanis industries, killed hundreds of millions before the governments were able to produce and distribute a cure for the bleeding lungs of Antholians. It seemed that the misery of the Ghidanis was inescapable, even for those an ocean away.
Cirosen executed every person involved in the NOVA project on February 3, 2512, leaving himself as the sole bearer of the information that allowed for such destruction. Cirosen killed himself two days later. Tempest0 - present (retribution era)The rains began in Kaphriqua during the first week of May, 2512. Response was quicker this time, and countries who still had the ability to host life opened their boarders to refugees. The new era was named and the first day was June 5, 0 RE. (For the ease of purpose, January 1 is still written as the first day of the year, making the January of 2512 the first month of the new era.)
Twenty-nine years later, Hepaeth remains the last city with all facilities operating. [Introduction] | [Setting] | [Rules] | [Announcements] | [History] | [HEPAETH Citizen Database] [Updated 12.30.10]
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 10:10 pm
[HEPAETH Citizen Database] [Profile Skeleton] Copy and paste this into a PM to Cassandra Voorhees. Title it "HEPAETH Profile."
Where there is xxx, replace with colour 1 of your choice.
Where there is yyy, replace with colour 2 of your choice.
Where there is >...<, replace with details.Tip: Ever tried using a Word Document to replace those xxx and yyy's?NOTE: Please don't feel the need to write a novel for your character profile. I won't place a limit on how much you can write, but it's not necessary to go all out. I only did so because I'm bored. ^///^ [align=right][color=#xxx][size=23]>NAME<[/size][/color][/align]
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[size=9]>username<[/size][/align] [Accepted Profiles] Aaron L. Burnett  WHAT THEY CALL MEWell, just Aaron will suffice. However, he does go by his middle name, Loki.FAMOUS QUOTE"If one falls, we all fall."AGEthirty --October 25SEXMale. Unless "saints" suddenly have a set gender...PERSONALITYAaron is, in a word, mad. He is power-hungry and will do anything to seize said power. However, being in the position he is, it's rather elusive. More often than not, he'll preach you into a hole that you'll never get out of. He is also something of a street brawler, preferring to impart his sermons with his fists. Overall, dangerous and insane, but has no idea how to use his insanity to achieve his ends. Aaron is not one to back down from a challenge or a fight. He is almost totally delusional, believing himself to be a saint and a speaking-trumpet for God's will.BACKGROUNDThe son of a prominent holy man and a midwife, Aaron was the first-born of three boys. He spent much of his childhood in church listening to his father preach. Like most young children, he and his siblings didn't really listen to the sermons and preferred to create mild mayhem in the church. Later, he would take up his father's profession in a different way than was intended.
When Aaron was about sixteen, his father died of some unknown illness. He was completely unprepared to take his position, but did at the behest of his mother and the congregation. He began where his father left off, slowly building to his central beliefs that "language binds us like prisoners on a chain" and "if one falls, we all fall". This caused the townspeople to turn against him and forced his mother to take his siblings to Hepaeth. Aaron followed, contracting the same disease that killed his father.
It didn't take his life. Instead, it left him with Noise. For a time, he lagged behind, trying to get rid of it. In time he learned to flatten it and make himself unreadable. Aaron eventually caught up with his brothers and mother and, seeing the state they were in, decided to put them out of their misery. He later reached Hepaeth and sought a position in the church there. Killing has turned him into something of a monster, and he's been described as "effing well tall as a nightmare". He, however, sees himself as a saint that was sent to cleanse the world of all evil. OCCUPATIONAs before he came, Aaron is a priest. Not a very good one, since all his sermons are about hellfire, damnation, and judgment, but hey. Who said priests had to be good guys?EQUIPMENTAll he has is his fists and a staff. As stated before, those are only used for beating people.LIKES» power
» carnage
» chaos
» eating
» giving sermons (with his fists...!)DISLIKES» being defeated
» losing things
» peace
» inability to convert others
» being held backEXTRABecause of a virus he contracted during his travels, his thoughts are broadcast everywhere, whether he wants them to be or not. He refers to it as Noise, which is basically what it is. He's gotten quite good at quietening it.BY
That Silly Puzzle Master ____________________________________________ Samuel V. Clay  WHAT THEY CALL ME Sam FAMOUS QUOTE "I am not my father." AGE 19 --December 10 SEX Male PERSONALITY Sam is hardworking and diligent. Not one to overlook details, he catches mistakes and inconsistencies in theory as well as in practice which makes him an overall successful magician. Though not considered someone who would search out danger if there was an easier solution, Sam is no slave to his fears. He usually, however, prefers to run away than face adversaries head on. BACKGROUND Sam was born in the capital of Antholi to a wealthy merchant and an extraordinary sorcerer. With his mother's money and his father's political influence, he quickly became accustomed to the life of luxury in spite of the rains that were no less significant in the sheltered city than anywhere else. He grew up learning from the best, going as far as taking a private apprenticeship alongside the crown prince. It was a good life.
Like most boys during their teenage years, Sam was reluctant to listen to his parents whom he believed were honestly speaking in an alien language. He hadn't known it at the time, but stress had made them more cautious, more worried, more paranoid. His father had insisted they move from the capital to one of the smaller cities just beyond the forest separating Antholi from the more mountainous regions. Upset and misunderstanding his parents' new reasoning, Sam threw a tantrum, believing this was another effort to "hide him from the world." He told them how much he hated not knowing things that were supposed to be common knowledge. How he hated the way they protected him as if he would break in the slightest wind. How he hated they were never around when he needed them to be.
How he hated the way everyone expected things of him that he had no way of giving. And above all, how much he hated people telling him how much he reminded them of his father.
He didn't understand why he was crying by the end of his explosion, or why his parents were hugging him as if they weren't angry at him. No one spoke a word when they left and Sam was glad for it. He didn't know what to say now that his worries were out.
They passed the mountain range dividing Kaphriqua in two, which was a lot further than Sam had initially thought they would go. With thoughts about the kinds of people he would become friends with floating about in his mind, he was completely unprepared for the sight that greeted him. Down below burned the city of Thrioli. From his vantage point, Sam could see the panicked people running through the streets. Above, the sky rumbled. He remembered his father dropping the small bundle of belongings he had carried, running towards the fire as if the demons of hell spurned him. His mother followed, yelling at Sam to hurry.
What possessed his father to try and save the desperate people, he didn't know. The situation had escalated by the time they were face to face with the city. Sam didn't need to look twice to realize it was no ordinary fire. Something about residual magic in the air came to mind. Combined with the strong easterly winds and the storm-charge, a small spark was all that was necessary to set off a colossal chain reaction. Sam froze. What in seven hells was did his father think he could do against something like that? He hadn't the time to ponder that thought as the next few moments were spent being ushered into a caravan with his father screaming back at him, over the roaring flames, that now was as good as ever of a time to leave the protection of his parents and embrace independence.
Sam had forgotten to mention that was also something he hated about his father. The man never knew when it was a good time to joke around.
The caravan ended up in Hepaeth. Sam has been living there as a refugee ever since, praying each day that his fool of a father had the sense not to leave without saying a proper goodbye. OCCUPATION Antholian Conjurer. Hepaethos Guard Peacekeeper. EQUIPMENT Sam carries with him a black book in which he writes in and uses for his magic.
Note: In order for Sam to conjure a spirit, he must have a) previously met the spirit and b) created a physical anchor. In his case, the anchors are his drawings within his book.
He also has two knives --one of copper and one of bone --that are used when a sacrifice is needed for his bigger summons. LIKES » Feathers
» Apples
» Busy places
» Anoan technologies (specifically, phones)
» Learning DISLIKES » Bigotry
» Itchy clothing
» Spiders
» Feeling useless
» Fighting with his neighbours EXTRA Sam sometimes thinks out loud, a habit he developed when he realized the spirits that lingered around him were upset that they couldn't read his mind. BY
Cassandra Voorhees ____________________________________________ Alicia Laurrete Detonax  WHAT THEY CALL METhe Alice of Detonation (Or Desolation, depending on the place)FAMOUS QUOTE"Just because you can, doesn't mean you should."
- Acheron ParthenopaeusAGE28 -- February 13SEXFemalePERSONALITYAlicia is a calm and collected girl. She's intelligent and loves her solitude. People have a tendency to make her nervous, so outside of her occupation, she tends to avoid them if at all possible. She is a dreamer by nature and even the chaos around her makes her comfortable with who she is as a person. She likes the chaos, because it matches the turmoil she feels inside. It calms her. People see her as standoffish and avoid her dangerous aura, so those who know her heart are few, but they adore her deeply.BACKGROUNDAfter the world broke Alicia's parents fought to reattain the wealth they had before. They used many of the supplies they had to create a new sort of power over localized regions near to them. They were beautiful and very well off persons because of this. They kept their daughter in social circles that were similar to their own, but she never felt she fit in with the society she grew up in. She was a very independent girl, and her parents were proud of her academic excellence.
When a raid gone horridly wrong ended in their death, while she hid in a secret place known only to her, she picked up her father's old .45 magnum pistols and taught herself to shoot. After years of hard work and training, her accuracy is unmatched and she sets off to find herself in this world of death and chaotic violence.
One day she walked into a bar called The Red Lily. A woman there taught her the simple pleasure of a friendship and showed her a list of criminals that she could help catch, so as the reward would be her living expenses. When her skills became known and her reputation spread she became a mercenary for hire, and thus, her new way of life began.OCCUPATIONAlicia is a Mercenary for hire. This job allows her her solitude and gets her the amount of monetary needs that she desires to continue living her own way.EQUIPMENTAlicia carries two .45 Magnum pistols. She uses them dually and always carries at least 48 extra bullets around her waist.LIKES» Roses
» Guns
» Gambling
» Love
» ChaosDISLIKES» People
» Stupidity
» Rudeness
» False apologies
» ArroganceEXTRAAlicia loves to read and write in her spare time while she camps. The various books she finds in her travels take her to new worlds that used to be. One day, she just wants to be one of the girls she reads about. Happy.BY
vampiric_melody ____________________________________________ Trenton Kamdre & Hector396   WHAT THEY CALL ME Trent & Heck FAMOUS QUOTE "Fetch, Hector" AGE 31 years old; 01.19 SEX Male PERSONALITY I am easygoing and laidback- Whatever happens, happens. No point in getting worked up. I enjoy irony and love making fun of others faults. People seem to find me amusing, but only be able to handle my antics for a short while. Fortunately, neither do I deal well with others for extended periods- I prefer solitude. Hector is my robotic companion. He was one of the very first Artificial Intelligences ever created; unfortunately, as a result of being a completely reasoning computer that has emotion, Hector is clinically depressed. I find his state amusing and enjoy making fun of him. I feel like if I’m not laughing at hardship, I’ll break down under it. BACKGROUND I was born in a midsize city in Kalan. I don't remember the fall of the world; I was just two years old. My parents fled our town, and we remained on the run for years afterward. It was a miracle that I survived at all, considering how young I was. I never knew what my parents were before the attack, but I know they were loving, down-to-Earth people who cared for me as well as they could. But I suppose luck could only carry us so far. By the time I was in my late teens, I was on my own. Father had been killed defending everything that we had, and a few days after, Mother coughed her life’s blood onto me. We were then, ironically, only miles from the place where I was born.
I found a kind man who employed me as a grease monkey in his Mechanics shop. Hector taught me everything he knew- and he was an uncelebrated genius. I learned about vehicles mostly, but he knew all about electronics, robotics, even weapons. He, like all who were dear to me, died a few years later in an attack by roving scavengers. By then, I was an expert in the trade out of necessity. I was out at the time, trying to create a way to power a vehicle for extended periods on very little power. When I came back, I found my mentor and friend dead. I gave him a service and a burial. I used what I had found in my search to create a motorbike that was powered on the residual poison in the air from the scrap and parts that the scavengers didn’t take. I traveled across the continent, searching for a place to settle down. Eventually my road led me to Hepaeth.
I decided to open a small, under the radar shop specializing in vehicle repair and modification. Other services provided included add-ons and applications for electronics that were rare, or not released to the public. Some of them were my own inventions. As well, I did some off-the-record weapon modification. For the most part these were things like clip enlargements or barrel efficiency. I never create anything that would cause more pain than was necessary to the victim, as the idea is abhorrent to me. After some time, my shop gained reputation and I gained some measure of confidence and resources. I began to build robotic companions, complete with AI, self defense abilities and limited flight. Despite the first line being a thorough failure due to my Artificial Intelligence being too realistic (every robot was unhealthily depressed, and had to be shut down and repurposed) I became something of a byword. I kept one of the original bots, partly for the sentimental value, but more because I found him amusing. Hector369 been with me ever since. OCCUPATION As I’ve said before, I have a mechanics shop, and it specializes in a number of different machine, robotics, electronics, and limited amounts of weaponry. EQUIPMENT I always carry a multitool and laser cutter with me for assembling and modifying my works. Inside my workshop, I obviously have parts and preassembled works at my disposal, as well as specialty tools. However, none of these tools are small enough to be carried outside the shop. Hector has the ability to deliver a sharp shock, which can stun a person for a couple seconds, as well as being able to fly; however, it drains his fuel cells at a rapid rate. LIKES » Wrenches
» Motorcycles
» The Colour Grey
» Peanuts
» Thunder DISLIKES » Screwdrivers
» Happy-sounding AIs
» Blackouts
» People in general
» Hot Weather EXTRA I would sell my soul for a good Milkshake. Hector, lacking a soul, would sell his internal circuitry regulator. BY
Sunasylean ____________________________________________ Veronica J. Hert  WHAT THEY CALL MERoniFAMOUS QUOTE"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth."AGE25 --April 14thSEXYoung womanPERSONALITYRoni is a bright girl but she is tough. She is one of those people that society takes for granted - the strong silent type. She is clever enough to work out what needs to be done and is capable enough to do it. She is reasonable by nature but she can be pushed past reason. She keeps her distance from people preffering to act only on a professional manner.BACKGROUNDRoni used to live in a small town on the continent of Kaphriqua before the troubles. She worked as a tanner and leather worker with her parents and siblings (she was the oldest). She had been sent to Hepaeth by her father on a round trip which would have been a month to collect some materials which they could only buy there. However when she was just over half way to Hepaeth she hearn news of the rains. She was urged to get to Hepaeth as quickly as she could.
Arriving at Hepaeth she was taken into the Refugee camp on the borders of the city. At that time she did not know she was a refugee and thought that she had been lumped in with all the other people who did not call the city home. She was mildly frustrated that she was made to stay out here and was advised not to go home. A week or so later she received the news that her hometown was no more - along with all it's inhabitants.
This sent her into a deep depression in which she chose to sit and stare at the floor and refused to eat. Some of the medical staff had to force her to eat after 3 weeks of consuming nothing. By the time she had recovered from the shock she had lost a lot of weight and was given second, or possibly third, hand clothes.OCCUPATIONRoni now puts her tanning and leather work skills to useEQUIPMENTRoni has an array of tanning equiptment some of which she uses to ware off the wildlifeLIKES» Walks in the forest
» Keeping busy
» Trips into Hepaeth
» Producing a good piece of work
» A good conversationDISLIKES» Coffee
» Cirosen
» The Rain
» Attention seekers/drama queens
» People commenting on her weight/sizeEXTRAShe tends to keep her distance but really she is lonely. However she can't help but keep her "practical" head because closeness reminds her of her dead family.BY
Fairwyn ____________________________________________ Violet R. Ravencroft  WHAT THEY CALL MEVi is the standard name, although only people she trusts are allowed to call her it.FAMOUS QUOTE"Don't be humble, you're not that great."AGENineteen --June 17thSEXFemalePERSONALITYViolet isn't exactly the easiest person to forget. She always makes quite the impression, usually pinned to her wit and charm. She is quite sarcastic at times, usually in the worst situations, and is the most God-damn stubborn person you'll ever meet. She is independent, never asking for help unless she absolutely has to. She knows how to be intimidating and cold when she has to be, but really she is a gentle and kind woman.BACKGROUNDBorn supposedly around the time everything got crappy, Violet was a mystery to others around her. Found by a small family while dying as an infant, she slowly regained health quicker than she should have. As soon as she returned to health, she was taken away to an orphanage of sorts.
For three years, she remained in that wretched place, before being taken to a family. The family were abusive, usually spending their days picking at her actions to find a flaw to laugh at and punish her for. But, unbeknown to them, by doing this they taught her the most important of life's lessons. NEVER rely on anybody.
But one day, she was abandoned at the age of sixteen. She wandered, looking for anyone. But that was a mistake she would live to regret, albeit barely. It began to rain, the dull clouds of the sky parting to release the acid tears. She found shelter not two minutes later, but her arm had suffered severely and her head swam dizzily. The acid of the rain had burned the flesh of her right arm and blood ran freely, before she passed out.
When she woke, she was being tended to, her scarred arm in a make-shift bandage as people did their best to care for her. She was informed that she was Hepaeth and had been found, half-dead, near the borders of the city.OCCUPATIONViolet does whatever jobs she is asked of, so she doesn't have a set 'job'.EQUIPMENTUsually, Violet uses her fists for combat. But, she has a sharp dagger that she has used on occasion, as well as a throwing knife. She has amazing aim, so extreme damage can be done with either.LIKES» Booze
» Silence
» Peace
» Sleep
» RelaxingDISLIKES» Chaos
» Lack of booze
» Being distracted
» Sadness
» Being bored as hellEXTRAOver her right eye, she has a long scar that starts just above her eyebrow and ends at the top of her cheek.BY
Burlesque Nitemare ____________________________________________ Troa Reeve  WHAT THEY CALL ME Troa FAMOUS QUOTE Time will keep moving, it has no pity nor sympathy for those who live and die along with it. AGE He thinks about twenty-ish, but isn't too sure. SEX Man PERSONALITY Troa himself is easy-going and laid back, sometimes to a point that he shouldn't be. However he is very respectful, and is more of a follower then a leader. He has other persona however that differ greatly. BACKGROUND Troa was born soon after the world went to s**t, and was abandoned in the confusion. He was found eventually, and has since moved between families and camps. Some of the people who took him in were abusive, but none as bad as the last family he stayed with. They were sadistic people, who left Troa with scarring over his body, a partially blinded right eye, and multiple personalities. He was able to escape them eventually when they were fighting amongst each other, and has been fending for himself since. He has had to teach himself how to fight to protect himself, as well as other less then admirable skills. OCCUPATION He's an odd jobs person, whatever people want to hire him for he will do. From body guarding, to fixing shelters, he'll do it for the right price. The only two things he refuses to do regardless of the pay, is kill someone... and fix a relationship. EQUIPMENT Troa has a katana that he made especially for some of the techniques he created. The blade was forged with technology he... borrowed, which allows the blade to be almost indestructible. He also has a collapsible cross-spear, that looks like an odd bowie knife when compact. It has the same technology as the katana blade and sheath, making it near indestructible. Other then that, he keeps a few knifes hidden on him and a chain whip for a belt. LIKES » Food.
» Quietness around him.
» Booze and or smokes... when he can find them
» Listening to the rain, inside a safe place from it
» When his mind is quiet. DISLIKES » Loud and crowded places, especially if they don't have booze.
» Unnecessary violence.
» Disrespect towards women.
» When people try to steal his things.
» When his scars are in plain sight. EXTRA Troa has most of his memories, however some have been blocked out. He has some of those blocked memories scattered between his other sides, and others none of them remember. He currently has three other sides awakened, but thinks there are more who have yet to do so. BY
Crimson Flash ____________________________________________ Analise Tertan  WHAT THEY CALL MEAna or Lise, Analise in all formal occasions thoughFAMOUS QUOTE"I'll build this city brilliant."AGE22 --July 13SEXFemalePERSONALITYAna sees herself as a visionary for the future. Coming from Kibraim itself, she always imagined what the city must have been like at its prime. She loves analyzing the rotted and disfigured buildings, pointing out the structural failures to whoever is closest to her. Observant is the best word to describe her. Although she's good at monitoring the social lives of others and their personalities, she's uncoordinated in the fact she cannot apply her observations into actions of consolation.
Some see her as wasting her time on a lost cause, unable to enjoy life. It is true that Ana is often seen as moody and depressed, but to her, she's always focused on something, even if it has the appearance of dreamy and dazed. She breaks off conversations when they bore her, with little social sensitivity. Home to her is still Kibraim, and she believes she can rebuild it.BACKGROUNDAnalise's parents came from Kibraim, the capital of the amazing, technological empire. They were happy there running their alloy factory, until the fatal day project NOVA was announced. Her parents were mocked for fearing it, but quickly fled from the country they loved. It wasn't long into their journey the couple turned around and saw the blazing fires of the empire. Both were in shock, but pushed forward into Alliance territory.
A few years later, the two couldn't bear living in the technical lack that was the Alliance. They moved back to see the destruction of their home country, but this time, with a third companion both were unaware of, until her mother began to show right before they entered the city ruins once more. Taking refuge in the burnt buildings, the three camped out until Ana's mother could travel again, this time, knowing for sure there was no hope for Kibraim. The only place to go was Hepaeth.
After Ana's birth, her parents had managed to gather some communication devices and music players to both pass the time and warn each other of storms, and keep track of the wandering child. However, her father had come down with the bleeding lungs. Staying in the polluted city was too much. For a few more years, the mother and daughter stayed in the city, too shaken to get the will to move. Running from the rain, the two were constantly on the verge of sickness and starvation. However, the two were too afraid to leave the shelter and comfort of a home destroyed and forgotten.
Finally, when Ana was 8, and already in love with the ruins, her mother dragged her off to Hepaeth for a better life dressed in rags. There, Analise kept on with studying architecture, the only thing that kept her busy in Kibraim. She was constantly looking for the metals and structures that would fend off the rain better. Her mother received little comfort or company from her daughter, and drags on with life simply reminding her to wash her face and eat, and not to take risks in the rain.OCCUPATIONArchitectEQUIPMENTAll she has to defend herself is a stolid view towards mankind, and her brain. She does however, have many functioning technical gadgets from the past life of the empire, a mixture from her parents and scavenged from the city.LIKES» Classical architecture
» Technology
» Kibraim
» Being alone
» Time to thinkDISLIKES» Magic
» Crowds
» Talking
» People who want to "fix" her
» Thinking about her pastEXTRALise is always running out of material, and often takes time to scavenge for supplies. Untouched metals work like a bribe for her.BY
Monochromatism ____________________________________________ [Deleted Profiles] [Introduction] | [Setting] | [Rules] | [Announcements] | [History] | [HEPAETH Citizen Database] [Updated 01.18.11]
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Cassandra Voorhees Captain
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Cassandra Voorhees Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 5:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 10:07 am
Samuel Vanderkle Clay  THE TOY hummed in his hand. There was a certain power thrumming through the little paper dragon, power that made his fingertips tingle. It was a very simple conjure, something that he learned in his first years as an apprentice. By utilizing the residual magic of certain fauna, the leaves used in a bonding solution, Sam was able to bring inanimate objects seemingly to life.
"And that, my friends, is how you turn a piece of paper into a dragon." Sam let go of the creature's wings and it took off immediately, dashing over the heads of gasping little children. He smiled. This was what his magic was made for --to bring joy and fascination to an otherwise dull life. "Now, kids, the magic won't last long so why don't you all go outside and play with him?" Sam laughed as they stumbled out of the tent, chasing the little dragon who flew in zigzags just out of their reach. "Evasive maneuvers... I'm pretty sure I didn't teach it that..." He shook his head. Plants were more surprising than most people thought.
Sam sighed. Remembering the forecast for the day, he shouted after them, "Hey, kids! Don't forget your cloaks! I spent a lot of time on those for you to leave them behind. Your mothers won't be happy if you come home with no hair!" The phone in his pocket rang at that moment, startling him as he had yet to get used to the vibrations. He fished it out carefully. It was something of a misfit, having parts from three separate cells as well as a bottle charm that essentially doubled as a power source. It was his and his friend's child; they had mashed together Sam's knowledge of life force as well the mechanical expertise of his Anoan counterpart.
The message was short, the text only one line long.
You've got to see this!
Sam wondered what kind of trouble his friend had gotten into now.
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Cassandra Voorhees Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 8:42 pm
Troa Reeve Troa slowly breathed out as he exited his meditation, opening his eyes slowly hearing the sounds of children playing. A small smile crossed his lips, as it was a sound he had almost forgotten. It made his smile bitter-sweet as he started to feel a longing for what he never was able to do as a child, laugh. At the sound of a cracking stick, his eyes shot over to the sound and scanned the area.
"s**t..." Was the only word that hissed through his teeth. Moving like a blur, his cloak trailing behind him. He stopped in front of the kids, half of his face hidden under the hood of his cloak. "Turn back now..." He said simply, turning his back to the children. As he lowered his stance, his cloak flew open to show his hand over the handle of his katana. "Where are you..." He muttered as he scanned the area, listening for any noise. Suddenly it came, from above. One of the creatures that now dominated the wooded areas dropped from a tree above him. Troa jumped back, just missing a strike from one of the creature's claws. As soon as he landed, he pushed himself forward towards the creature. Spinning as he slid on the dirt, he pressed against the handle of his katana and drew. The pressure added power and speed to the strike, as he directed the strike by angling the sheath. The first draw sliced off the claw, the second spin cut off a leg, while a third seemingly did nothing. Flicking the blood off the blade, Troa sheathed his sword. When a soft click sounded from the hilt hitting the sheath, the creature's head fell to the ground with a dull thud, which followed with a louder one from the rest of the body. "When there's one, there might be more. Get back inside." He said to the kids, as he still stood between them and the forrest.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 12:53 pm
Analise Tertanxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  You've got to see this! Analise sent to her friend, Sam.
She only knew him as of rather recently, when she moved to the city. Although he was a magic user, he was observant and methodical, and that much she could appreciate in a person. Ana also liked the idea of having someone to call on and express her ideas to instead of the air. Vocal reasoning always got things done faster.
Besides, he did like her gadgets, such as the phone she helped him create. Analise's phone was a bit less jumbled, but the other one worked fine anyway. It was an opportunity to learn about magic and how she could combat it. Ever since the fire devastated her home, she didn't trust its use, but learning was good. She saw it as keeping her enemy closer, through keeping a friend close.
Analise had found a melted, almost entirely worthless hunk of metal that had once been a transport. It was under a cliff hanging, providing enough shelter to keep it in decent condition. Her mind was clicking away with what she could use to repair it, or if it couldn't be repaired, what she could make out of the lovely sheets of metal. Only a few pockmarks ruined it, but she could simply hammer them back and reinforce the pieces.
She licked her lips in anticipation. The only thing was where she'd store it and how she'd get it moving. Her technological brain stopped there. Although she knew the basics of how things worked, she was no engineer. A small sigh left her lungs as she thought of the knowledge lost with the storms. Thinking of which, she turned her head to the overcast sky. It wasn't going to be a good day.
Considering how far out Analise was from the city, she figured if the rain did show itself, it would be better to be at least on the way home. Then she could bring Sam and anyone else interested over too.
Lise walked and walked, an activity she had learned to enjoy. Her feet made the walking rhythm, her thoughts pulsing along, entrusting herself to find the city. Finally, she heard children playing, and beasts. She wrinkled her nose, but kept walking, analyzing this.
"A katana? Looks... Anoan." Ana breathed to herself. Speaking the thought gave it more weight, allowing it to step out of the rushing river of consciousness long enough for deliberation. She made a note to study it sometime. Analise preferred not to carry weapons, entrusting her legs more. However, she was sure some of the energy guns would work if she needed them to. She just hadn't figured them out yet. Once she figured them out for sure, then she'd use them, as she told herself. For now, they sat on her shelf of prized Anoan possessions.
Walking into her house, she didn't bother saying hello to her mother, and went right to said shelf to examine if anything would be of use. Some objects her mother was able to shed light on as to their use, but others remained untouched due to mystery and caution. She picked up the leftmost object, the one she was felt closest to cracking, and one that was highly important for defense. Or, that's what everyone said. It was a small gun. Every time she took it apart to study, she was sure to put it back together, just in case.
Hearing more howls, Ana scrunched her face again. There was a certain ability to learn by use. When held between her two small but rough hands, she found her right index finger sitting snugly to the delicate "ignition button", while with a raised thumb, the "ignition switch" could be pushed. Walking outside with the device, she raised it towards a galloping beast, flipped the switch, and waited until she heard a full charge. The beast was already full out of the forest, but she pulled the button and vwoom, a flash traveling at nearly the speed of light exited the machine. Even with its small size and her strong grip, the device flew up to her forehead. Rubbing the spot with her left hand, she silently cursed the lack of compensation for the force.
Still, looking out, it seemed she had managed to hit the thing. The body was no longer moving. Ana noted the gun did not automatically recharge. Another most likely defect. Well, that was what she got for rotting tech. She took the time to sit and examine the device. Overheating possibilities (now that wasn't a good memory), and possible fluids or energy levels that might have depleted, or containers that cracked. Even if there were more beasts, she didn't care, she only wanted to test the device.
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Cassandra Voorhees Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 2:41 pm
Samuel Vanderkle Clay THE LACK of an appropriate destination in the missive told Sam she was in one of those moods again. Ana never was one to sit still for long and had a tendency to think in patterns he could barely comprehend, much less follow. Though, she had a determination about her that focused her energy when it mattered most. She would make a good magician, he thought, if only she got over her obvious dislike about the idea of becoming like me.
He wouldn't say that out loud, of course.
There was a deep rumbling off in the direction of the woods and he recognized the signs immediately. The wildlife would probably strive for one last quick assault before the rains came and chased them into denser foliage. It was a bit strange, however, that he could hear them at all considering how far from the edge of camp he was. Maybe desperation was driving the beasts mad. Sam had heard about the latest successful raid from a Guard party. They were getting close to flushing out the biggest pack of wolves.
Normally, Sam wouldn't have agreed with their course of action as it disturbed the already fragile balance in the environment. But he had more pressing matters to attend to and couldn't bring himself to debate with people years older --thus obviously having more experience in handling such problems --who had entirely different sets of priorities.
Sam hitched his cloak up higher onto his shoulders. The days were getting colder; the vast majority had already thrown away their fears of open fire in favour of warmth. The Guard still kept a close eye on fires though, ready to smother them should the magic in the air possess the flames. In fact, that was part of his job despite how his specialization shied away from controlling raw, non-sentient energy.
He hoped it was only a minor, ignorable, lapse in judgment by the governing parties. Because while the higher-ups maintained a look of cool confidence, Sam knew they were on edge. He just wondered how long it would take them to spread the knowledge to the people, confirming the doubts many already had.
"No one with half a brain would think that the lack of sufficient sunlight wouldn't have a detrimental effect on global temperatures," he mused. Magic can only do so much to sustain us.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 4:48 pm
Analise Tertanxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Ana took her eyes off of the device, and looked up at the sky, as she often did when in thought. The dangerous, shifting clouds weren't that bad to look at if you didn't think about what they foretold. They hesitated back down, slowly scanning the landscape. It took a few shifts of her eyes before she spotted Sam.
Analise wobbled to her feet, not using her hands in order to keep them both on the device. Her eyes were still drawn down towards it as she walked on to Samuel.
"I found an old transport. C'mon," Ana said to the air behind Sam. She had a bad habit of looking no one in the eye, and instead wandering to the area to the area above her target's upper right shoulder. Social sense said to at least give it a smile, so she tried.
"We could do something with it," she finished to clarify. Ana avoided saying either "scrap" or "repair" since she wasn't exactly sure which yet.
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Cassandra Voorhees Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 5:35 pm
Samuel Vanderkle Clay YEP, SHE was most definitely in one of her moods. Even with her spectacularly non-existent social skills, she seemed a bit more distracted than the other times he had seen her. The thing in her hands --a gun, was it? --probably had something to do with it. Then again, it probably had very little to do with anything at all since she was keen on going out of camp when there was a storm coming.
Sam wasn't sure whether to find this annoying or endearing.
His initial dread of facing something that could very well rip his eyes and limbs from him --he had seen what the rains could do to flesh and he had no intention of testing its power on his own body --was eclipsed by his curiosity.
"A transport, eh?" Sam said to no one in particular. "I suppose that the Guard would have handled the beasties by now. It's not like we're going that far into the forest." With a quick nod in Ana's general direction, he readjusted his satchel, which carried his book and notes and pens of varying colours.
"You're wearing the coat I enchanted," Sam said as more of a statement than a question. A few years back, the Antholians had figured out how to counter the residual magic that gave the acid rains that extra punch. It was still dangerous to walk around in a storm, but at least imbued clothing wouldn't fall apart at the slightest drizzle.
He nodded again, this time making sure to hold her gaze. Sam tried not to think about what would happen if she couldn't communicate with him properly when the wildlife bore down on them.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 6:31 pm
Analise Tertanxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Ana's smile turned genuine at Sam's unspoken agreement. She dragged her eyes over to his forehead, trying to apply the social manners her mother tried to drive into her skull.
"If things get too nasty, I've got this... thing." she said, holding up the device in her hands. It was better than being eaten alive, or depending on magic.
Lise nodded, and said, "It would be a risk not to wear it. Thank you." Even if it gives me the shudders. she added silently. Although she was grateful for its protection, it was still magic. Still unreasonable. Her smile faltered a bit.
"We should go now," she said, glad to have an excuse to look away. Holding even near eye contact was... strenuous. Turning on her heel, she went out to the area the vehicle was found, and stuck the gun tenderly in a pocket of her jacket.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 7:19 pm
Violet Я. Яavencroft"Don't be humble, you're not that great.""Violet! Violet!" A childish voice floated through the air, drawing the red head's attention from her 'work'. She'd been tending to one of the gardens, although why people insisted on keeping their plants in shape was quite beyond her. Her emerald eyes fell upon a little girl, with coffee brown hair and icy blue eyes.
"Lena, what have I told you?" Her voice was calm, but disciplined, with a sleepy tone lacing it delicately. The brunette simply shook her head, before launching into an explanation about one of the beasts and the man that had told them to go home. A worried look twisted the features of her face, making the entirely too noticeable scar that marked her face catch the light. Her hands, tough from the daily work she insisted on doing, fumbled with the sheath of her knife, honestly not thinking of the larger and thicker dagger sheathed at her calf.
"Go home, sweetie." She said simply, sleepily. The little girl (Violet's adopted sister) nodded, skipping merrily towards the small house, and Violet turned back to the slightly rugged 'flower' bed (although it was more a weed bed), nodding at her work. Then, she turned on her heel and ran, money in her pocket. Her athletic, toned body was quick and her hair flew behind her as she tried to find the guy Lena had spoken of. Although she had no doubt in her mind that he could take down one (most guys there could, after all) she knew that these creatures never traveled alone, and one would be behind the other. She got there in time, as she saw Troa striking the beast with a katana. She knew him from around, and they'd spoken a couple of times, but other than that, she didn't know him. Behind the beast that was now a pile of gory limbs on the ground, another approached, and as it drew closer and closer, she raised the knife and letting loose. It hit the beast's chest, moments before it attacked Troa. As she walked towards the raven-haired guy, she pulled the knife from the beast's body and wiped it of blood using her jeans, before turning to the remaining children. There weren't many, as most had turned and ran at the sight of the second beast, but there were a few.
"Hey, kiddies. Why don't you go home now, hmmm?" She cooed. It was more of an order than a question, and although her voice was soft and gentle, an underlying tone of authority was to be heard. The children nodded, turning and running towards homes, mothers and fathers.What I am wearing.
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