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Humans VS. Magic-Users (Ch.1:Beginnings)

Just a reminder, this RP is still continuing, but as my own troubles have kicked up it has been difficult to get involved. I'm sure you all have your reasons.

Operation: Eclipse - Military/Survival Based Roleplay

I'll begin to write up the OOC, but I will leave it to myself and in brief, so a decision could be made before I have to redo a shit tonne of words.

Operation: Eclipse - Military/Survival Based Roleplay

@LetMeDoStuff I have none at the moment. Perhaps later on, when I have had a third cup of coffee.

@TheWildBunnii

We'll see how much interest we'll get, but if the worst comes to the worst, just us two wouldn't bother me.

Operation: Eclipse - Military/Survival Based Roleplay

Very interested. :)

@TheWildBunnii

Ooooooh, wonderful to hear!

Do you have any preference on what the specific scenario is about or any small adjustments we can implement?

Annual Hunger Games

I too would also be greatly interested, as this is the best chance to get in on one of these genres.

As this'd be a Hunger Games RP, how do you wish to go around with the deaths of characters, because face it, we'll all have to get rid of them down to the last one eventually? I'm just curious, but honestly fine with whatever you decide to implement and can assist in anything if need be.

Humans VS. Magic-Users (Ch.1:Beginnings)

Someone remind me to tell you an excellent story about the Red Hot Chilli Peppers' concert I just went to tomorrow.

Operation: Eclipse - Military/Survival Based Roleplay

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Operation: Eclipse - Military/Survival Based Roleplay

The Information

Welcome to Messla

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In the not too distant future, of course, there was a new turning point in the development of conflict. Nuclear devices had been set aside after the creation of the World Treaty Organisation (W.T.O.), dismantled and thrown away for the preparation of a new era, one that was to house a city. There was a city built to connect Egypt to Libya. Massive in size, it stretched across where a line used to have been drawn on maps. The borders were completely removed, due to the size of this settlement. It was a project, a leap forward, in the unification of mankind. A large city, where anyone could be accepted without the ideals of oppression. Set inside the desert, it needn't to make room inside the larger countries. To boost the economy of the African countries, it was to be a masterpiece, a refuge for many of those in need. Having capabilities to house, educate and employ millions upon millions, many sought to see this as a bright future for the human race, especially after the previous decades of treason, civil war and tensions between global superpowers. This was the city of Messla, named after the Libyan designer and genius who headlined after leading the operation for its construction.

Well, it was supposed to be grand. The size of it was immense, yes...But then it split. Where once a border was, another forged. Why so, might be asked? Well, like any other time in the human's existence, they always found a way to go up against one another. This time, Messla was the catalyst for this disagreement. Certain super-powers started to question the implications of their designs. Which all started with Fredric Chemau, a French spokesman for a protesting organisation that had recently committed to rioting across the European connectivity. He claimed that the City was a way to lure in the problems of the world, to give them an excuse to not whine and to not need the assistance. It was pampering, as stated. Even then, the isolation of the city became clear to these protesters, and more and more riots began to broadcast in several other countries. Whilst these issues arose, the city seemed to lay in silence as if detached from the troubles of this world. That was until it became the central attention. Soon enough, the governments of each nation started to forge their own opinions on the city they helped to construct.

A bomb went off, in the central tower of the city. One that housed the democratic Prime Minister of Messla. It was no small act of terrorism, and upon detonation the investigations seemed to almost instantly dive in. Within minutes, the Prime Minister was reported to have died, after CCTV footage leaked across the internet streaming the man himself being caught in the explosion as soon as the fire spread. Rumours spread within minutes. The country to leak the stream was identified as a French governmental figure. The man who carried and detonated the bomb was part of the CIA. The claims to want the building and city destroyed was made by the Australians only days before the event happened. Eyes began to look towards one another with untrustworthy glances...

It only took days before countries that held a part in the defence league began to dispatch their forces to the City at once, and riots began once more. The forces landed, but within hours one of the platoons of the Norwegian military were shot down by what many guessed was the Polish reconnaissance detachment present in their sector. Tensions began to light up, and a spark and flame of uncalled shots were soon exchanged without permission from their superiors. Those who worked alongside each other in the city soon began to oppress certain nationalities, certain individuals who had been blamed for the violence.

Every country seemed to be importing more troops, claiming that they were only sticking to the safer side of the area. This just found more and more individuals being placed into a bubbling pot of water, about to reach its boiling point. Everything seemed like it couldn't get any worse...That was until an order came through. Justifications of war goals were sent through, and the Russians found themselves with threats from the North American Coalition. With that, conferences were set up to try and negotiate an agreement between the two, but mishaps found them becoming worse and more widespread. Countries soon found themselves making demands of their own, both about Messla and about the future of their nation. Some wanted more technological power amongst the city, some refused to let anyone set a single foot back into the city. It only took one week for the political demands to become so far out that war was declared. Though the reports from the conference were sketchy and usually hard to follow by, orders started flushing through for forces to begin firing upon other detachments within the city.

One single week passed before a frontier was created. Countries began to divide from their old partnerships and slip into new ones. The city began to creep into two sides, one of the Messla Defence Force, a coalition of militarised units forged from countries wishing to only defend the city, the people and end the war itself (Or simply going against the other force), and the other side that still claimed to be the W.T.O. Countries around the world began to find themselves be invaded from within, but with the sheer pressure of the city, it was almost impossible to extract most of the forces from within. Only more could be deployed, or more could be used to defend their own countries. Multiple fronts were now placed into the world. Civil wars were created, and troops were deployed all over the globe. A new war had begun, and the entire world seems to have gotten itself in on the action.

The Messla Defence Coalition

Involved Forces
- The United Kingdom
- Russia
- French Loyalists [Regular French Democracy]
- Germany
- Brazil
- Afghanistan
- India
- Japan
- Argentina
- Turkey
- Poland
- Sweden
- South Korea
- New Zealand Rebels [Kiwi guerrilla fighters that deployed small detachments to Messla]
- Finland

The World Treaty Organisation

Involved Forces
- The United States of America
- Canada
- Mexico
- China
- Australia
- The Republic of Ireland
- The New French Government [French Uprising Forces]
- New Zealand
- Italy
- Greece
- South Africa
- Democratic Republic of Congo
- Cuba
- Somalia
- Iraqi People's Force [A Militia Force sent to assist/work alongside Somalian Forces]

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Now, time to give a little note for what I'm trying to see out of this idea. This is a basic idea that came out from thinking a while about what I wanted to do as a roleplay a while back, but never bothered to do so. What we could call this, in effect, is World War 3. That would only be because of the large scale of this war, as clearly stated by the information pack. But what I want is development right here, if anyone is interested. There are a few scenarios that can be created from what this is: Having the current name of Operation - Eclipse.

The ideas I have are to myself, but I want to know what we could get out of this if people were to think for a second. Now that sounds incredibly lazy of myself, but it allows me to fine out the details to ensure I can get this going if people become interested. Hell, even the details of the information can change if it needs to.

The Scenarios could consist of the stories of groups/individuals from either sides of the war, to tell about opinions and narration through their experiences in the conflict. We could have a single mission, with all (Or most) of the Characters being set on trying to complete a task that could lead them trapped on the wrong frontline of the city. It could even go by a rogue unit that detached itself from their side to attempt to escape the war itself, or to fight both sides due to an unbiased, or non-opinionated, lifestyle. Just keep in mind that all of this has to happen within the City of Messla itself. It states that this is near future, so not everything is going to be up to date. Modernised vehicles with minor upgrades could be used, general firearms may be roughly the same or slightly enhanced, but obviously this is not going for full-blown realism when it comes to the political and technological logic. What's more, it can be subject to change. If those want a more future-based setting, then it can be done too. The main focus of this is urbanised conflict, however.

The ideals that I have are to try and look at the warriors of the fight, and to expand on how they change as a character through relations of other characters, the fighting itself or the decisions they make. Preferably, death may be a chanced gamble, as not everyone is destined to survive. At some point, I might even get a character of my own to die themselves. This is to just allow people to think for themselves slightly. And that pretty much wraps up what I have as a note/interest check. I have nothing further to say, so...yes.

Humans VS. Magic-Users (Ch.1:Beginnings)

Fae Nikia

He listened to what she said. I mean, he had to. She wouldn't let him bat a single word out of his mouth. She was rambling, on and on. He listened to her words carefully. Fae knew that what she could say might lead to something that'll offend him, and sure enough it did. Her description of the Magi. Fae took it to heart. As soon as she said that, his physical stance took a pace rearwards. She'd have noticed it, surely? Fae wasn't going to let her just get that by. But the way the conversation was going, he might as well keep it to himself. But for now, he only listened. Unnatural creatures...What a phrase to use so lightly...

She went on about her accusations, about how he had the right to never question her companions like so. But then again, hadn't she done the same? Had she not just questioned the entire existence of a united Rebel frontier that works around her constantly, one that is close to one another as she would be to her own group? What's more, she talked about what he thought about Faran. What she was saying was untruthful, a misconception of what she thought he said. Backing up Faran's actions? He never uttered a word of such kind. He just said that Faran as an individual is one person to be respectful of, not his actions. It always happened. This always did. Someone he'd try to finally work alongside would just throw his words around him. This time, he wasn't going to let it happen...

"Let me get something straight with you...How dare you come into my home...And just...Lightly use the term Unnatural Creatures to describe people who are around you almost all the time...Around me? Is it enough to have one power that means we aren't able to live as what we sometimes want to be? Because that's not what I'd say...or anyone who had any tact at this moment in time..." He wasn't fuming, just stern. Somehow, it had a friendly tone to it, as if informative once more. There was no hostility in his vocal patterns, however. That was not what he was like. Negotiator at heart, it was difficult to even put it on as an act.

"Who said I knew your companions? Who said that I knew their stories, which are tragic...But hating those who are responsible isn't all of the Magi. Yes...Those who did it were monsters to heart, which is a shame to see. But then again, let's talk about that part of knowledge. You do not know a single thing about those of the Ty' Un. You think that what these people fight for are just ideals of their own? Like you just said, your group fights for their own opinions...Also known as Ideals...You don't know a single thing about every single individual who signed up, who died, fought or lives for the rebellion. You don't know why they joined. You don't know the lives they may have lost, or may not have. You don't even know why they want to fight, whether it is the prosperity of all magi and humans or whether it is to survive themselves. Because I signed up to survive...Letting this slide by will only let others wage war and eventually kill us all, and I'm still here fighting to survive. It's what I have been doing every fucking day since I signed the contract to get it, especially the eight bloody years I've spent hopping from village to village to escape the suspicion. You take lives as well, and yet they don't profit. In all honesty...I hate killing. It's not what I feel is right, but I do it because I have to...Like you do."

He was using his tongue more than he desired. His words were flowing out more than he wanted. With that, Fae moved away from the light and towards the centre of the room, towards where the door was. It was a strong material, the hatch. The camouflage made it almost impossible to see, even though its metallic structure allowed it to be quite shiny if not covered up properly. It also let it be cold, and to blend in with the usually wet and freezing soil that sat on top and around.

"And when did I ever say what Faran did was acceptable? It isn't, but the man himself...The man that I know...Is one that needs to be respected to some degree. Not what you know him as. You don't know him either. You've only read what has been documented on him...The one your friends might read, and research. Glad to hear you actually do the research, better than mindless killers and instead smart hunters...But research is never 100% accurate. And as for sleep..." He sighed heavily. His forehead fell down onto his fingertips as they rubbed vigorously against his forehead. His breath was trembling, upset with what he had to say and what was said back. A single tear did not beckon from his eyes, but instead just a sorrowful voice of deep and crippling expression. What had become of him tonight? What sort of witchcraft had brought the ideals of stress to overcome his posture?

"All I wanted to be...Was a musician. To sit there and play my cello, that was my goal. I was going to finally settle down and start that...Tonight, at the festival. I played...Yes...But the Thalburn most likely has my duo of partners under questioning, or dead...But, the world isn't fair. It never is...No one is ever going to get along. No one is ever going to get what they want, especially myself...And not in the point of view as a musician, but instead an unfortunate spread between two conflicting sides with blood. I guess I don't see it, or understand it? Maybe that's why I'm a rebel? Or maybe...I'm just an unnatural creature...Or somewhere just along those lines..."

Fae opened the hatch, and began climbing through into the late night. It was to be sunlight within a few hours, and it gave him time to possibly visit the nearby lake to gather his thoughts like he did in the days of the old. It was his way of recollecting both the day, and the future. Mid-way through the motion, he stopped, and looked back for only a second.

"The outpost is yours for the night. Yours only, though...You are the leader after all...I'll be back...Eventually."

He took off. Fae walked, forgetting to go towards where the horses were hidden. Walking helped distract him, though his thoughts needed to be focused. They always needed to be focused. The hours began to pass as he walked along the forest; a route in which he cherished as a youngster was now holding a burden upon its shoulders. In the distance, the crack of sunlight shimmered, letting him see the lake's glossy reflection through the trees. He'd been walking for some time. His legs ached, and his back hurt too. He only held a single hatchet and his crossbow, with ammunition this time. Fae knew he could snip in some hunting once this was all over, this seminar of peace and tranquillity. Within a few minutes, he reached the water's edge, and the rock which he always sat on. Placing a backside down onto the warm area the sunlight had touched, he waited and relaxed. Fae could finally think...

Humans VS. Magic-Users (Ch.1:Beginnings)

I'll do my best to get a post up tomorrow or the day after, preferably not the latter.