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Aha, it's awake. As for cards...

If you want to make your own card (the task given to you by War this cycle), just lmk what you want it to be, otherwise I can make one for you:)
There’s something haunting about gold, the way it catches the eye. It doesn’t demand your attention, but you hand it over anyway, as if entranced by something that you can’t put into words. We’ve all seen it so many times, it’s almost everywhere you look nowadays, and yet still we seem to pause when it gleams, stunned by luster.

Tony found himself in this idle awe, glaring at the blade across the room, demanding answers from something with no voice. For years he’d held it, fought with it, and yet still it felt foreign to him, anonymous to his endless investigating. He pulled himself back against the headboard of his bed as the blade inched forward on the dresser, following his every move, locked to him. He’d forgotten how to dismiss its gifts, to revert it into the simple silver blade that was little more than a grotesque symbol to the world now. He had begun to become almost impressed with the war now, how it raged on just quiet enough to keep the world confused, passing off the heinous murders and brutal displays as unexpected and unrelated incidents, police reports stacking up in a safehouse in the downtown area while a government agency plotted their next move from the comfort of a fortress no one knew about. It almost made the whole thing feel like an act, a big show for a studio audience of bodies and memories.

“Do you think if you stare at it long enough it’ll feel guilty?” A voice broke the silence, Tony couldn’t help but imagine a laugh track in his head.

“I dunno, maybe. Have you tried it before?” The voice sighed and flopped onto the bed next to him in a mess of silver hair and stained pajamas.

“No, can’t say that I have, but mine isn’t as fancy as yours y’know? I got the contract free deal, it gives me a lot more options.” Tony chuckled as Bel lifted herself high enough to flop onto his stomach. The two giggled for a moment before the silence crept back in. It wasn’t long before they were both staring at the golden blade. Bel’s eyes broke the spell only to find a red envelope on the dresser next to the sword.

“What did you get this time?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Is it the same one again?”

“It’s fine, Bel, I’ll be fine.”

“Tony come on, it’s only going to get worse.” Bel picked herself up, and Tony took the opening and pulled off the bed, snagging the blade from the dresser and latching it to his belt. Bel jumped for a final word but he was out the door. She sighed, glancing at the fine bloody cursive on the inside of the crimson letter.

“God damnit.”




The Hotel Eldradora was reclaimed by the state in 1975 when an investigation found that a the owners of the establishment had begun killing their guests in cold blood for reasons only ever explained as “to prove a point”. In 2010, the building was purchased by an unknown businessman by the name of Mikhael Grim. Of course Mikhael Grim is a horribly silly name, and quite frankly Tony never really understood how no one during the entire buying process ever commented on it. In reality the hotel was paid for by a man known only as Death, an entity similar to the being War, who appeared immediately after the first silver swords were found scattered across the city. The hotel now serves as a haven for Warriors, the unfortunate souls cursed with death or death by something else along the road.

Tony, among the others most senior to the fight, lived on the 7th floor. Those who were “chosen” earlier lived below, all the way down to the rooms on the first floor, or what were colloquially known as “The Motel”, since no one ever stays there very long.
Every now and then, those chosen by War receive letters. Tasks, orders, bargains, whatever you’d really want to call them, they ask for a simple act to be performed. Complete the task, and you are rewarded. Refuse the task, and something comes after you to kill you. Either way, he wins. Either way he gets his show.

Tony was always quick on his feet, his pace two steps ahead of anyone tailing him. He cleared the stairs down to the lobby in less than a minute, tuning out the crying and wailing that always seemed to echo from the Motel. It wasn’t like that solved anything for anyone.
He cruised through the elegant marble-floored foyer to the front desk, rapping his knuckles on the door to the concierge’s office.




Shuffle.

Deal.

An ace and a seven. Darn, not a four.

Pass.

I lose.

Mody grumbled to himself and picked up the cards he'd dealt. He always lost to the dealer, except he was the dealer, which meant he always beat that silly Asmodeus, he wasn't any good at cards.

A knock at the door came. A visitor. He smelled of gold and cologne, the air tasted of iron, devoid of blood for a change. Marcellotony. Tonymarcello? Asmodeus was not good with names.

He pulled on his crisp black leather gloves and adorned his favorite bowler hat. He set the monacle he'd been given by his sister onto one of his eyeholes, tidying himself up before approaching the doorway and giving it a gentle swing open.

Asmodeus was 4 inches and 4 feet. He had eye holes in his cloth that were 4 centimeters in diameter, and his cloth had four pointed sections, one in front, one in back, and two on the sides. His cloth was made of silk, a dark purple, almost black, but not black, not quite. He wore it because it helped people see him. He was hard to see sometimes. Death called him a "sheet ghost" sometimes, which he didn't mind, Death was silly.

Mody's hand floated high above his head in an energetic wave, his arm almost impossible to make out, its clear fluid form visible only under the sheen of a distant lamp. "Marcellotony, come to visit Mody while I do the workjob. Very nice, very kind. What can me do for Marcellotony?" His voice was faint, as if from a distance, but close, but far.
Tony nodded politely to the gentledemon, always impressed with his punctuality. “Any mail for me today?” he inquired, peeking back into the office for a loose parcel or two. Mody scratched a seemingly nonexistent chin before scurrying into the dank hole that was his home, returning with a leather-bound book which he set on the counter eagerly, stretching up to meet its height.
“Will that be all Marcellotony?”
“That will be all, Asmodeus.”
With a regal bow, the demon returned to his cards, mumbling his victories and of course losses as the door closed behind him. Tony took up the old text and glazed through its pages briefly. The History of War. A Glimpse Into The Minds of Our Greatest Conquerors & Warriors. He swung one leg around the other, leaning against the counter as he flipped to the first page, skimming for details between the lines.
Ladies and gents, the IC first post will be going live in just a few minutes. Those accepted are welcome to get started, we hope that some activity in IC will keep the interest coming while we finish up the roster. Hope you all are excited!

@RedXCross @RyuShura @Crabs
It's all good I'll be a bit busy til Monday as well, but we're still taking applications so there's no rush.
@RedXCross

Well done. I can't hit the accept button hard enough. Glad to have you on board.

@DangDude

Illusion in rp is tricky, especially if you have any intention in partaking in PVP. While the concept is very intriguing it is a bit vague and I would worry that in many contexts it would become overpowered, especially if anyone has some sort of sense other than sight to aid them in detecting you (hint hint a lot of enemies do). I think the concept could certainly be expanded upon and I'm happy to help you develop it if you'd like. Also bear in mind that the sensation of sight is a theme but it doesn't have to be the focal point of the entire Warbrand itself, just to make you aware.

Looking forward to seeing how you work with it, let me know if you'd like some counsel or anything :D

This is coming along great so far I'm hype
Name: Thomas (Tony) Marcello
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Age: 23

Appearance: Tony stands at 6”2’ sporting raven’s black hair cut neat and steady steel grey eyes. His frame is slim yet well defined, his face chiseled in sharp lines and hard angles. He’s often caught in dress attire, be it a suit or just slacks with a nice shirt and vest. A symbol of a ring sporting north and south points and winged edges rests against the back of his neck. He holds himself with a casual demeanor, favoring his right arm in most situations. Though he dresses well, his torso is littered with bullet wounds and scars, including a massive twisted cut that runs down his left arm.

Sensation: Touch

Warbrand: Upon activation, Tony’s silver blade turns to gold and becomes “Lockbreaker”. Lockbreaker is at first glance a simple longsword, its hilt gilded in gold and locked to the sheath by an intricate mechanism, an ornate sapphire resting in the center of the lock itself. Lockbreaker’s power is either overwhelming or completely null, as drawing it unleashes its full strength, but that strength cannot be restrained even by Tony. In addition, Lockbreaker grants Tony the ability to seal or unseal. This power is very vague in its capacity, and its uses aren’t entirely understood even to Tony.

Personality: it’sasurprise.jpeg

History: Before the blade Tony’s life was...unethical. Born into a family of crime, he learned to live life by making his own way. His family started with bank robberies, then went on to white collar work once they could afford to flee the country. He was raised on the idea that if you want something you have to take it, and for a long time that was his only credo. At the ripe age of 16 his father was caught due to a slip in the accounting, his parents along with their entourage of accomplices took life sentences, Tony took juvy. He cleaned up for the sake of survival, keeping himself afloat off his family’s rainy day fund still hidden in offshore accounts. He worked for a tailor to keep up appearances, bought a small apartment in Jericho just nice enough to seem feasible for his pay. Without his family and without the only thing he’s ever known he began to fall into a slump, that eventually grew even darker. Then he was handed the silver sword.

Other: Tacos






CWI Investigative Report

Civilian #001

Name: Beelzebub (Does NOT want to be called by this name)

Age: Unknown

Height: 5'5"

Weight: Unknown (Subject destroyed scale before stepping on it.)

Noticeable Features: Gray skin, red eyes, hair seems to alternate between pink and gray color, depending on mood. Symbol identical to that of Tony Marcello's Warbrand tattooed on chest. Subject claims that she's had said mark since birth.

Abilities: Psychic Manipulation, Superhuman Strength, supposed Teleportation (unconfirmed).

Warbrand: Subject denies that the object in question is a Warbrand, but the weapon appears to be a sewing needle that upon command will expand in size into a 5 foot broadaxe. Subject stores the needle in her ear, where one would expect an earring to be placed.

Background: Subject has no confirmed history or records of any kind.

[DEBRIEF]

Subject was apprehended on March 12th, 2014, along with known Warrior Terry Walsh. Subject did not resist arrest, and was brought in for questioning. During the course of the interview, the subject asked that the officer in the recording booth disable the cameras. The officer complied, and was then detained by a fellow officer immediately. Once the cameras were brought back online, the subject was gone. Eyewitness reports say she was escorted out of the building by three officers of unrelated position and rank, accompanied by her associate Walsh.

[uPDATE]

April 20th, 2014. A painting was left at CWI Headquarters. A note with the painting reads "A gift" and the corner of the painting is signed with the name "Azel"








CWI Investigative Report

Civilian #002

Name: Azazel

Age: Unknown

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 183lb

Noticeable Features: Symbol identical to that of known Warrior Tony Marcello on tattooed on left wrist.

Abilities: Transformation into a red creature (based on eyewitness reports)

Warbrand: Subject denies possessing a Warbrand, and no objects on his person could be described as weapons.

Background: Subject has no confirmed records or history of any kind.

[DEBRIEF]

Subject was supposedly killed after assisting known Warrior Gloria Willowbrook in a card hit. During his autopsy, medical examiners could not find the gunshot wounds that had been seen at the scene of the incident, his body in seemingly perfect condition. Subject then regained consciousness, and left the the medical examiner's room, the medical examiner having fainted. Subject asked numerous CWI officers where he was, wearing no clothes and yet seemingly unaware of this fact. Subject was detained and brought in for questioning.

Subject refused to answer any questions until his belongings were returned to him. Suspicious of his intentions, CWI officers inspected his belongings. The bag he had on his person when "killed" contained only materials used in painting. Officers returned the bag to the subject, considering it of little consequence. Reports are scarce in the events that followed, subject was said to have killed every officer who had seen him that day before exiting headquarters. All officers suffered mass lacerations to the chest, some were even eviscerated. Subject left a painting in the room where he was questioned, supposedly depicting the "red being" that he was reported to have turned into.



@RedXCross @RyuShura @Crabs @Obscene Symphony

OK so to clarify a lot more because apparently my clarifying needs clarification in order to clarify the clarifiers n'such.

I know the character creation is very minimalist so I apologize for any confusion you all may be having so I'm going to try to hit all your inquiries one at a time.

-It is a modern setting. War has decided to do all of this because he misses the good ol' days when people got together and killed each other in big groups, if you wanted a layman's explanation of the plot.
-A machine is anything that is not specifically a traditional weapon, feel free to get creative with that. The only things I'm not going to allow is pure magic (fireball hands or some shit) or guns, simply due to the nature of War.
-A Warbrand can become a set of weapons or multiple pieces of equipment, feel free to go big with the idea and if it's too much I'll work with you personally so that it works for everyone.
-A Saving Grace is simply what drives you to live, not necessarily to fight. All a Saving Grace does is keep the Warbrand's overwhelming power from killing you. It's not necessarily any sort of motivator towards war or combat. We don't expect all of the characters to just drop their lives and go "gung ho here we go time to kill some fuckers".
-Sensations are basically just themes, don't freak out about them too much I made them seem like more of a big deal then they are.
-yeah I think I got it all

My character will be up very soon, as well as some neutral characters you'll see around that will be very integrated into the story. Cheers boys & girls.
@RedXCross To compliment @RyuShura's comment, a Warbrand is in part what defines a Warriors's will to fight on, embodied by some form of sense (for instance the scent displayed in Ryu's brief snippet,) which then defines that character. We expect that theme to be present in the character themselves, so as to further the plot concept.

Due to the details of War (the antagonist), no Warrior would be granted a gun or rifle, because he considers such weaponry to be "cheating the glory of combat". I would look into other concepts for the purpose of this roleplay. Again, if you have any questions, feel free to PM me.
@RedXCross As Crabs said we're not going to be running reservations simply because we don't have many open slots and we're going to be accepting who we deem best fit, so if two people both have interest in a sensation we'd like the opportunity to compare them before a decision is made. If we see a lot of really good talent however I am open to opening up a second round of slots that may or may not mandate the same 6 series of sensations, but that will be something we figure as we go along.
So to clarify we're currently looking for one character for each sensation. There are currently 3 of the available six slots. Once those three slots have been filled, I will consider adding additional members. If you have any questions regarding character sheets please don't hesitate to contact me. Thanks guys:D
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