Dragonite777

Genesis: Tales of Sejan

Personally, I'm waiting for N (or maybe Snarl, if he has power to progress plot) to post some plot for us to enter the palace. I'm guessing that's where the plot will advance to. I think anyone who hasn't posted yet can hop in a little later, since it's been a full day (according to N's first post) since we've tried to start. I think that's more than enough time to get a full post, unless someone's getting hit with a lot of life and it's getting in the way.

Genesis: Tales of Sejan

Cecelia

Cecelia, while waiting for the gates to open, happens to see a younger-looking girl rushing towards the castle. Wow, lively little sprite. She's got some fancy clothes on, and what's that in her- Cecelia's thoughts were soon interrupted by the little girl eating dust. After a few seconds of shock, Cecelia realized that the girl wasn't getting up. Cecelia broke out into a sprint to get the girl. She picks the girl up to her feet and hands her the bag after picking it up for her. Now she starts walking the girl in the direction of the palace, where it seemed she was headed. "Are you ok there? What happened?" Cecelia wondered if this was a good idea, but that poster mentioned being in groups, and she'd prefer to have friends in her group than enemies. Show them you care, and they might accept you. Cecelia heard an old friend from the streets tell her when she was nine and wanting to go to the ball. She never really fit in, but this place was full of people for one goal: to stop those monsters. Or get gold, but stopping the monsters is the only way to do so, so that reason still stands. Cecelia continues to help the girl in the direction she was originally headed.

Brennen Garron

Brennen strolls in after paying to have his horse stabled whilst he checks out the palace. I don't like working with people, but I'm not getting any choice. Oh, well. At least I might be able to teach someone a little more tactics. If I'm REALLY lucky, I'll meet my dream fighter. I just want a good fight is all. I'm tired of teaching little brats how to spot a general weakness with a given swordfighting style. I teacha and teach, but they really learn close to nothing. One person has given me a fun fight in the past year or so. I just want a good match. Brennen breaks from his internal complaining when he sees a woman helping up a little girl. They can't both be here for the flyer, they're young. The spiffed-up tyke especially. Someone better watch over the younger ones here. I can't be a tactician forever. Hell, I don't know if I'll be in a group with either of them. Statistics say no. Meh, oh well. Hey, that looks palace-y. That might be the place.

The Downhill Slide

What was, what is, what is to be...

It's now 2572, and now we know that technology peaked at 2015 or so. Global warming isn't a theory any more, it's a daily occurance. Anyone who has a car fixed it to run on CO2 and emit water vapor. That's the best we got. Weapons didn't go anywhere either. All that wasn't blown up in the localized nuclear war in the middle east haven't been upgraded since the 2010 decade. There just hasn't been a point. Every nation left is on one side, so we don't have violence. Except local. Actually, domestic violence is getting kina out of hand. People are losing their minds. Some say they're losing sanity. Maybe we're going primal, with nothing to attack but each other. Nobody knows for sure. Scientists stopped researching because they made themselves tech to leave this planet before anyone could ask for a ride, so the smartest brains are out in space. Or dead.

Five weeks of more and more violence in people, then it happened. A group of seven... humanoids, were found killing humans and eating them in a ravenous fashion. They looked like us, but that's it. We couldn't call them human though. No, they lost their humanity, or sanity, or half their frontal lobe. We call them Hunters. A few days later, some people outgrew their houses. Literally. Their physical bodies grew. Some of them were great people that everybody knows, others were thugs from the alleys. The thugs were a little more... rabbid with the new height than the others with good intentions. The number of hunters in the area slowly outgrew humans. You felt a little weird the first day, but by day three, the nausea and headaches finally made you pass out.

You wake up where you passed out, but your hand is on fire. You check it. There's some symbol. That's odd... You hear a noise in the kitchen, and go to check it out. It's a Hunter. You grab a pocket knife from your room and go back down. You think you can take the Hunter. You'll be fine. You run up and stab it in the neck. Your momentum and the impact knock the Hunter down. You just keep stabbing away until it stops moving. That'll teach it to amble into your home. As you get up, you see the Hunter glow, starting as a silouet but slowly gathering over the body's center. Once it's all there, it shoots to your hand. Your mark glows bright as the rusty golden aura flows in it, and the color lingers a few seconds after, but fades. You feel a lot better about yourself now. Now you can figuring what's going on. Why is the human race receding to primal instincts? What's making all these changes to people, and why are some people getting huge while others just lose their minds?

So here's the deal...

This RP would be about surviving what can be barely described as an apocolypse. Civilization is dwindling, and pwople are either growing huge or turning into a Hunter. Also, you always will feel better after charging your hand's sign with the glowing aura. A group of people with that mark get together to figure out what in the divines is going on. Typical weapons are swords, knives, and the really lucky get silenced guns, but anything that can dole out some hurt works just fine.

Who's in?

Character Sheets (for now)

Name: (What you want to be called)
Appearance:
Age:
Weapon:
Skills (3): (First-Aid, Martial Arts, Freerunning/Parkour, Scavanging, Tracking, etc.)
Positive Personality Traits:
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Negative Personality Traits:
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Killing For the Cause

If you would at some point before we start IC, please. Just so everything is in one place. But your character is already accepted.

Killing for the Cause

OOC is up. Just changed a few things around.

Killing For the Cause

Character Sheet

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance: (can be another race, but no special powers unless you discuss it in PM with me first please)

Killing specialty: (How do you kill? Be specific if you're only using weapons and/or magic, please)
Personality:
VIP Held: (Who did they take from you? Why would they take him/her? How is he/she so special to you?)
Background info: (At the very least tell the first time you've killed using your specialty or the last thing you did before you woke up in chains.)

Killing For the Cause

Your Story Starts Here...

You wake up groggy. Your head feels hard and heavy, like that time you got really hammered and passed out on the floor. Wait, you ARE laying on the floor. This isn't even your floor. You try to run to the door in front of you, but after a few steps, your limbs are yanked back towards the wall by chains. You're trapped. They finally caught you. You thought you hid the body well... Nobody should have known. You didn't mean to, and it was only that one time...

A television turns on in front of you, and a man's voice starts talking. "Hello, and welcome to your wonderful new home. You may be wondering why you're here, which is a fair question. You, and a few other precious things that pass as human beings, possess one similar trait: your lethality. Yes, you've all done it. Killed at least one person, and each and every one of you kills very differently, which is why I couldn't just choose one. You see, I have a... let's call it a business proposal, shall we? I have something you want," the camera cuts to a video of the most important person to you "and I'll give it back when you complete my tasks. Heheh, so why don't you go to the tavern, huh? Just ask for the Moonlight Special. My contacts and I have you all hooked up there, buddy.

So Here You Are...

You're a very deadly group of people, not necessarily trained killers, but you've killed at least once and have the capacity to do it again. Each of you has a special, specific method of killing (unique swordfighting style, black magic, hexing, deadly poisons, etc), and you're going to be given series of missions, which will involve either directly killing someone or getting information from a person, with the details left up to the group. They have one person that means more to you than anything, and the only way to get him/her back is to do whatever this man says to do.

Killing for the Cause

Well, I like it a lot, so I'll also twist the plotline a little to meet you close to halfway (pluss, it's better than a "kill x". "Good, now kill y." plot)

Killing for the Cause

Wow. That background.
I think I'll make this RP a small group, 4-6 players, to keep it from being a fight to kill first or anything like that.

Killing for the Cause

It looks good. I enjoyed how detailed you were about your killing method. Since it's there's going to be a lot more people, it'll have to be closer to an assassin-style killing, but I enjoy that detail too much to let it die. I'll make sure some of the targets have information you guys will need to get out of them, allowing for some slow deaths. You could do clean-up/cover-up for the assassination missions, too.

And there's the obvious things you didn't fill out yet, but other than that, it's fine.