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[i]The Story, circa 1996:[/i] The world itself was in full swing, the Cold War had ended recently and the dawn of the Digital Age was on the horizon. Things were finally looking up. A surplus for the American economy, the lowest rates of death and disease in the Western World in recorded history, war wasn’t really an issue anymore, especially of the nuclear variety. Of course, not everything is great, given the fact that people are practically giving their kids away. Oh, sorry, did I let that slip? Well, guess the cat’s out of the bag. I work for the organization known as the Shield of Humanity. Yeah, yeah, it is a bit corn—[i]The recording scrambles out for a minute and then fades back in[/i]—Anyways, enough about the Shield. I am Kristian Westerfield, and this is the story of the mutant children.

For centuries, the Shield has…played a role in government. Probably since I want to say the late 1—[i]the audio cuts out and then cuts back in[/i]—Century. We have a way of directing certain things, aside from the big stuff. The World Wars weren’t a surprise. The Cold War kind of was. Communism always was an independent variable. Anyways, I digress; in 1996 we found another independent variable. Though, we decided to harness it to our advantage. Certain children had a certain patter of gene sequences in them. We didn’t know what was causing it. Hell, we still don’t a good three years later. What we do know is this: Those kids had powers. Of course, it always differed. No one kid had the same power as the one standing next to him.

The issue was, though, we had to induce those abilities, and get the kids. A simple task when you think about it, all we did was—[i]Once more the audio and video cuts out, devolving into static once more, snapping back a few minutes later[/i]—adly, that meant no class of 2014 for us. But we were able to use their sacrifice to guarantee the next generations of these meta-humans would pass through our academy. The Orphanage of Archimedes for Gifted Children. 1997 was a much more successful group. Virtually no mortality rate. Ah, well, I need to get back to work. The openers for 1999 are coming in, and we are starting to get them in relatively quickly. Westerfield, out.

[i]2014:[/i] Westerfield here, update number thirteen sixty-six. Well, we did it. Our first class is on their final year of schooling and training. The 1997 Group made it, for better or worse, and their successors are seeming to be a prosperous experiment as well. The Shield has done it again. We might have just averted disaster…hopefully…

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Hola! I am Sandman! Some of you may know me from other roleplays in the NRP sub-forum. I figured I might as well keep my solely character-based roleplaying sharp, and I dreamed this one up a little bit ago. The basic idea is this: An ultra-powerful secretive organization has been hoarding the superhumans (Dubbed ‘Metas’) of the world in one location for almost two decades. This RP will be centered on the last year of the first group that this secretive group, known as the Shield of Humanity, has raised from birth.

Now, this does not mean that you are relegated to that class. In fact, you can play characters who are younger or as staff members. Right now this is kind of an idea and I need to work on some of the semantics of it while I write this. But, for right now, I just want to know if you guys are interested in this idea. And for reference, this will be a high casual RP.

Thank you for consideration!