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 Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 3:31 am
Welcome to the Underground
In modern day society, things like Magic and Psionics are rarely seen, things of the past... lost to the eras. But for a few, they are an everyday reality that they must deal with, keeping to the shadows least they be discovered and exposed to the world. For a few, they find safe havens of refuge from the cruel world around them, for others it is a hard life on their own without a friend in the world to help them on their journey. Which are you?
The city Melenihr, is one such place that provides refuge for the damned of this world, though you have to know where to look. In the slums by the docks, on the edges of the poor quarter, in the bowels of the forgotten reaches of an otherwise pristine city... such places exist to those who know them. For those that don't, it is a hard life of hiding in the shadows and out of sight of the town guards, the punishment of being caught using magic or psionics is to be whisked away to an unknown place never to be seen again.
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This is a RP for 6 to 8 people only, though if necessary we will open it up to more. Please PM your character to me only for acceptance. I will NOT accept additions through posts, all such will be purposefully ignored and/or ridiculed at my discretion. It will be as ongoing as possible, and we ask that you be able to post at least once a day if not more. If you are accepted, and cannot post for whatever reason, we ask that you contact one of us to let us know, and make sure your character makes a hasty exit from the storyline so we don't have to drag his/her inactive butt around.
I am aware also that most, if not all of you, wish to play your Kinselves, I ask that you refrain as much as possible from making your character overly powerful and/or perfect. I am aware of Crew, such as Asasno and Lucien, pasts... more than they might realise at this moment in time, and though I have no problem with the concept of Kin such as themselves as a characters I ask that they keep it at a reasonable level. Tone themselves down to fit in with the idea if that is who they end up playing.
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Current RP Status: Open - Questing for Members (0/8 spaces taken)
Character Statuses:
Renegades
MID (Hunters)
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 3:36 am
Rules and Regulations
1. Follow Guild and Gaia TOS at all times. Any breaking of the rules, even In-Character, will result in the standard punishments already in place.
2. For those of you that don't know what the heck that is... no spamming, flaming, trolling, advertising or otherwise causing a nuisance of yourself. Anyone found doing so will be promptly ridiculed at our discression and repeat offenders will be unhesitataingly reported to the nearest moderator for further such ridicule.
3. Romance is fine, it happens in every good story. However anything above PG13+ will be reported swiftly, take it to PMs and IMs for cybering and such. We're here to RP a decent story, not to make out... clothes stay on, and parts stay in your pants.
4. Do not God-Mod.. this is one of my pet peeves and it will get you flamed by my sharp-tongue, followed by a swift kick in the butt. There is no such thing as an automatic hit, everyone gets a chance to react in a fight, and I'm sure we'll end up with some of that here somewhere too. I don't care what powers you do or don't have.
5. Don't kill others unless they want to be killed. Backstabbing from the shadows is fine, but you will not automatically end their life. This rule goes hand-in-hand with the one above, and you will recieve the same punishment for it. Or worse.
6. Please keep the level of literacy at a decent high. I can't stand 1337 or chatspeak (shortening your worths to "u r" or "y u" etc. It is annoying, and if you cannot type a minimum of five lines per post, find another RP elsewhere. Spelling and grammar errors are fine when accidental, but I will not stand for a purposefully large amount of them. I speak Proper English, and Proper English only, and I expect this entire thread to remain that way.
7. Keep OOC to a minimum. If you are going to play, then play... if you want OOC take it to the Spambox. I do not mind chatting OOC in (( )) {{ }} or whatever, but it must be accompanied by a decent post. See the rule above for further details of my definition of decent.
8. Rithuvious and myself are the Ultimate DMs/STs/Gods of this storyline, so what we say goes. Listen to our instructions at all times and do NOT talk-back when you have been issued instructions. Once again, this is a pet peeve that will get you beaten, and we think our characters are nothing out of the ordinary. We just know what goes on behind the scenes.
9. We reserve the right to change, add, modify, or delete any or all of these rules at a moment's notice, as necessary to keep things on track. If you don't like any of this, then don't even bother applying. Walk away now and don't come back. If you like the sound of this, and wish to RP with us, then create your character and PM it to us.. first 4 that apply are in IF they can prove to us a) that they've read and understood all of these rules, b) if their characters fit in with the idea (see our characters in the following post for ideas) and c) prove to us that they have a decent literary level.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 3:37 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 3:38 am
Other Information
This post is reserved for any further information that may be needed as the RP progresses. NPCs, Timeline/Background information of Melenihr, etc.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 3:40 am
Storyline Introduction
The night is dark and overcast, not only from the cloudy night sky, but from the lack of activity within the city walls. The moon, if it were to be seen tonight, has passed it's zenith and the majority of the citizens of Melenihr are fast asleep. Nestled safe in their beds after a day of chasing after husbands and children, long hours at the office, a hard day at a construction site... or perhaps, as it is for some, they are passed out after an evening of revelry, lying in the gutter where they fell.
However, for a select few, this is the time of night when they awaken. The time when they shine like stars in the un-natural darkness, while the city police are looking the otherway, content after their suppers and quiet evening. This is the time that the scum of the city make their appearance, and along with them come the outcasts of society.
Bend, broken, mangled, used and manipulated in one way or another... outcasts every one of them... they find refuge in this time of night. In the lack of 'normals' to watch them with distainful eyes, their noses upturned at their lack of etiquette or cleanliness, to turn their back on them and treat them as if they either don't exists or that their not worth knowing.
Some of these are none of the above, but instead are trained professionals, they might even be able to pass for 'normals' under the right circumstances. But like the downtrodded of society, this is also their time to shine... their time to play... their time to be themselves, and to mess with their hidden abilities... from the safety of the darkest reaches of the otherwise light city...
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:38 am
*The quiet and stillness of the dark city was broken for a few moments by a piercing scream, followed shortly by sounds of a man's broken voice emanating from a slight crack in a window from a two-storey building. The sounds were mercilessly cut off by the window being slammed shut, it's echo ringing almost endlessly once more into the gaping maw of silence.*
*Leaning against the wall, just in the rim of the shadows in an alleyway, a startling white figure is looking up at the dark veil of the sky and smiling thoughtfully to herself. She cocked her head slightly as if listening to someone speak and slowly nodded, flicking her tail slightly she contemplated on what she had heard. Coming to a decision, she stood up straight and turned her back to the mouth of the alley and slowly walked further into the shadows, swinging her tail behind her.*
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:58 am
Elsewhere in the city, a dark ear twitched at the sound of the echoing scream, then twitched again at the slam of wood upon stone. When all was again silent he lifted the cigarette to his lips, taking a last drag upon it before blowing the smoke towards the nearby streetlight, where it swirled like fog until it dissipated into the windless night. The glowing butt was the only thing to give away his presence, but that too, soon fell to the ground only to be obscured into oblivion by a booted foot as it crushed the life from the tiny fire before returning once more to the shadow.
The sound of cloth on cloth disrupted the silence ever so breifly, as he rearranged his clothing, then with a sweeping gaze of his dark eyes he stepped out into the light. Seeing no-one present he began to walk down the street, reappearing breifly in the streetlights that lined the the sidewalk as he calmly strolled through the night, before dissappearing completely from view as he reached their boundaries... almost as if the shadows enveloped him willingly as he walked, reluctant to let him go as he approached the next light but having no choice but to do so each time.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 6:43 am
Further into the heart of the city, the sounds of the conflicts of 'normals' is but a fleeting ghost's whisper, sliding on the silence past the ears of a tall figure adorned in white. Standing amungst the shadows with an arrogant smirk and a chuckle into the night, he continues his patrol. A slight breeze rises and dies as it approaches him, the bottom of his moon white trenchcoat swaying and splitting as his ashen tail rises and falls indignantly, the arrowhead spade sliding across the pavement. Spreading his ivory scaled wings in annoyance and looking back on an abandoned apartment complex he'd combed mere minutes before, he binds his legs and leaps, taking silent flight into the moonless sky.
Readying his visor over his right eye and unsheathing his staff from between his outstretched wings, he flies in search of the creatures of the night. His orders are clear, and he has yet to return empty handed. The dawn growing ever closer, he glides on winds of desperation; a failure tonight not being an option. The visor flashes red and zero's in on a target, the hunter's hopes renewed, and he lands on a nearby awning, fiding nothing in view but a discarded cigarette, it's life cut short by the rubber of a shoe.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 8:49 am
*Slowly reaching the end of the dark alleyway, she looked to her left and noticed a thin gap in which she could just about fit into. She hugged the wall and edged her way sideways through the gap between the two buildings, then dropping down onto all fours began to sprint down the backstreets of the city, the only sound being heard was the padding of her feet and hands on the ground and the air rushing behind her as she ran.*
*Something was drawing her into the heart of the city...Something was waiting for her or perhaps someone, she didn't know which but knew it was important. She stayed within the shadows, giving open areas a wide berth and avoiding the inevitable stares of unseen watchers.*
*She paused mid-step and froze, poking her head out from the mouth of the alley she spotted a dark silhouette of a person walking briskly on the opposite side of the street. She blinked slowly and watched him disappear from view, deciding to follow him she silently vaulted herself onto the rooftop and twitched her wings before lifting herself up from the ground hesistantly to fly carefully onto the next roof taking her time to do it stealthily. She did this continuously until she was right above the figure and dropped to the edge of the roof. She began to shimmy across it and dropped silently to the ground, rolling into another alley.*
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 8:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 4:22 am
He continues walking, well aware of the dangers hidden in the night, waiting in the darkness for him. That's why he'd become a mage of Shadows, to use the night and the darkness to his advantage, to escape those that would stab him from them without a second thought. He reached into the pocket within his deep black trenchcoat, and grasped a hold of another cigarette, pausing as the faint echo of a sound came to him.
He stopped mid-stride, hand in his pocket, and slowly turned to look back the way he had just come. The echo got louder for a moment, the sound waves travelling to him... through him... and then beyond him. Twitching a dark ear he realised the sound of metal upon metal, one part being the streetlamps he had left behind as he entered the pitch black park, but the other was unfamiliar to his ears, but not to his mind.
He's heard of the one known only as 'The White Reaper' and was well aware of his reputation, as well as his favourite weapon, though he'd stayed out of the man's way long enough to never see it or experience it first hand. With a sigh, he turned completely and using the shadows as natural cover, crept silently back towards the sound, wondering which poor schmuck he was after now.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 10:16 am
*Hearing an ringing echo coming from where she had been moments before, she ducked down silently, watching the man she had been following keenly turn around and walk back the way he had most likely been coming from. She blinked slowly and decided to reveal herself to this man whose hair was as white as herself and who she seemed so drawn to. Getting to her feet slowly, she slipped around the corner onto the main street and ambled about twenty yards behind him, making sure he knew she wasn't about to suprise him.*
*Sighing a little she looked down, letting her hair fall over her face, watching the man from the corner of her eye. She knew of a certain hunter who dressed in white, though she did not know of his name. She looked up at the man and cocked her head to the side. Surely this man could not be him? Only his hair was white. She smirked and looked down at her own body, if people thought that everyone who was white or wore white was this hunter, she might have been killed already. She lowered her head again and folded her wings behind her back, appearing to be lost in thought.*
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 6:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 10:40 am
He paused, hearing the softest of sighs from behind him, and the scrape of a shoe from in front of him. He stayed in the spotlight of the streetlamp, choosing not to hide from either, he was not in the mood for mindgames and kiss-chasey. If either of them wanted him then they would have to fight him, and he had fought many times before, and would not be as easy as they would like to think. He had taken down hunters and humans alike, and neither of these two beings would be any differnt. He sniffed the air subtly, catching the scent of the demon behind him, and smirked to himself. She was no harm, if anything she was no more than a lost child at the most, though one with the same core abilities as himself... she was an outcast like he, though what her power was, he could care less. He would save her, if for no other reason then to take away a victory from the b*****d in front of him. Sniffing again, somewhat more obtrusively then before, he caught the familiar scent of the hunter in the opposite direction. The smell of metal, the lack of fear, the buzz of machinery... such ugly things, he needed no such manmade devices to find his own prey. He preferred means more suited to himself, his five senses sufficient enough compared to any machine on the market today, he would never lower himself to such means to hunt. 'Objectives SwiftShadow and Pure Soul identified. Continuing hunt.' The words reached his ears and they twitched in annoyance, this was definately a hunter, and from the arrogance of the voice the one he least wished to see at this particular moment in time. With a sigh, he reached into his pocket again, this time fully withdrawing another cigarette. He lifted it to his lips, and then reached into his jeans pocket to pull out a silver zippo lighter, ensuring that it glinted in the lamp glow and reflected a small spot of light right in the Hunter's eyepiece. Take that. He smirked, knowing that the action made him a petty man, but relishing the small victory. He flicked the lighter and instantly the smoke caught alight. He took a deep drag, then turned his head ever so slightly, to look at the Demon Child behind him out of the corner of his eye. When I tell you to... you run, and you run as far and as fast as you can. Do I make myself clear? You do not want to deal with 'The White Reaper" and even less with this Shadow... Both would be the death of you, only mine would be quick and painless. Choose the lesser of two evils Little One... run when you are told.Without waiting for a reply he turned back to face the Hunter, studying his postition carefully as he took another drag, and ensuring that he could see the man's first move.
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