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(High Casual) Incarceron: A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment!

Nope, don't mind at all. I'm looking at a somewhat small group, maybe 6 including me.

Once Upon a Time...

Have fun Op! If you by chance saved that post you posted yesterday you can post it now ^.^

(High Casual) Incarceron: A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment!

Glad to see that this has gotten /some/ interest. Don't worry about posting CS's right now though cuz I will eventually be making an OOC thread where you can post your CS's there :)

Once Upon a Time...

WELL! Now that I have started off day 2 with much depression...

Once Upon a Time...

Many, many years ago...

It had been eight months since Rumpelstiltskin left home to join the Ogre's War, though six of those months he spent in training, learning for the first time how to wield a weapon as well as many other survival techniques taught in basic training. The last two months that Rumpelstiltskin had spent at the main camp, however, proved to be quite simple if you didn't count the impeding cold of the unrelenting snow fall. Still though, Rumpelstiltskin remained in high spirits as this war would change his fate forever, and no one would believe him to be a coward like his father any longer.
One particular morning, as Rumpelstiltskin was making his rounds in the camp garbed in the king's signature armor of thick black studded armor with accented chain mail around the neck and joints and a thick wool cape to help against the cold, a guard captain stepped out of his tent and called out to him as he passed by.

"Soldier!"

Rumpelstiltskin turned as the guard captain sheathed his sword and looked around him to make sure the guard captain wasn't addressing someone else.

"Me?" He asked when no one else seemed to be in the immediate area. The Guard Captain didn't hesitate as he walked towards Rumpelstiltskin and closed the distance between them.

"I'm needed at the front." He explained and gestured over to a crate beside the tent that was covered in a thick square of canvas. "Guard this crate with your life." The Guard Captain said incredibly seriously.

"Wh-whats under there?" Rumpelstiltskin couldn't help but to ask.

"A prisoner who can help us turn the tide against the Ogres. Careful, it's a tricky beast."

"Yes-sir!" Rumpelstiltskin nodded both to signal that he understood the Guard Captain's warning as well as understanding his assignment. The Guard Captain nodded back to Rumpelstiltskin and headed off to where he was needed, and Rumpelstiltskin crossed over to the covered crate in which he was to guard until someone came to relieve him.

He watched the life in the small camp before him in an effort to pass the time, observing the blacksmiths grinding and molding new weapons and refining armor, and watched the various soldiers, like himself, who were busy with preparatory tasks to ensure the camp's safety. These were the sights and sounds familiar to the man, the sights and sounds he had grown accustomed to over the last eight months and strangely began to feel comfort in, again thinking about how this war would change his life for the better forever. What he wasn't prepared for, however, was a child's voice calling out to him from behind.

"Rumpelstiltskin!" The voice seemed to echo in an eerie manner. Rumpelstiltskin quickly looked around his immediate surroundings, however when he found no one near him, nor anyone reacting to the strange voice, he felt his heart begin to beat just a little bit faster. His eyes settled on the covered up crate and hesitated as he approached it. With a quick movement, he tossed the front flap of the canvas up and over the cage and peered inside, immediately spotting a small child with a wild head of red hair.

"You're a child..." Rumpelstiltskin observed out loud, recalling that the Guard Captain had called this child a prisoner earlier. The child looked up slowly at Rumpelstiltskin and he was forced a couple steps backwards as the child's face was unlike any he had ever seen. The area in which her eyes should have been looked to have been sewn shut with thick, black lace that crossed over her nose to each eye, and then up her forehead at an angle and disappearing beneath her hair-covered scalp. The child simply stuck her hand out of the wooden bars of her cage and pointed to a small bucket of water on the ground, kept cold by the snow beneath it.

"Please, I haven't had a sip in days..." The child pleaded.

"How do you know my name?" Rumpelstiltskin asked, not even bothering with her request.

"I'm a seer." The child said plainly and stuck her other hand out of the bars and opened up her hands, facing her palms outwards towards Rumpelstiltskin. He swallowed hard and took yet another step back as Rumpelstiltskin saw an eye in the center in each of her palms, each strikingly blue and full of lashes and...blinking, as an ordinary eye would do. "I see all." The child went on to explain.

"No no no no no that's-that's not possible. You must have overheard someone speaking." Rumpelstiltskin said, more rationalizing with himself of what he was seeing and how she knew his name.

"Rumpelstiltskin, son of a coward. Raised by spinsters. Scared of ending up just like his father." The child withdrew her hands back into the cage. "Did I overhear THAT? I told you...I see all; even what has yet to pass."

"You mean the future? You can see the future?" Rumpelstiltskin asked, suddenly finding himself growing interested and taking a couple steps towards the prisoner.

"Indeed I can...including YOURS." She acknowledged.

"No no no no no, I-I won't indulge this...DARK magic!" Rumpelstiltskin said, practically spitting the word out like a poison in his mouth and waving off the girl, about ready to cover the cage back up with the canvas.

"Even if what I see concerns your wife, Milah?"

Rumpelstiltskin paused and put the canvas back up on the top of the cage.

"What? Has something happened to her?" He asked, obvious worry in his voice.

"Give me water." The child seer demanded. Rumpelstiltskin hesitated, if what this girl said was true, then something bad may have happened to his wife, and he would never know...but the price of knowing...was it worth it? He swallowed hard again and went to the bucket of water, filling up the cup that was inside with the cool drink and handed it to the seer between the wooden bars of her cage.

"Here, slake your thirst witch, and speak of what you know of my wife!" He demanded, occasionally glancing around him to ensure no one had saw him giving the prisoner water. The seer drank the water eagerly, however when she was finished she extended her palm out towards Rumpelstiltskin once more, letting her eye 'see' into him.

"She is already with child." The seer said almost instantly. Rumpelstiltskin's face began to glow, a wide smile spreading across his healthy looking face and his light brown eyes growing wet with happiness.

"I'm to be a father?" He asked, overcome with joy of the news.

"Your wife will bear you a daughter. But your actions on the battlefield tomorrow will leave her fatherless." The seer went on.

"I'm gonna die? No no no no, y-y-you must tell me how I can stop that happening!" He stammered.

"You can't." The seer replied bluntly. Rumpelstiltskin's face grimaced.

"Then I'm done helping you!" He seethed through his clenched teeth and took the water cup back from the child.

"For now. Someday you'll help me again."

"I bet Milah isn't even pregnant. You just said that so I would give you water. And now you're trying to trick me into deserting!" He hissed, once again convincing himself to keep his mind clear of this...dark magic. He knew that nothing ever good came from dark magic, let alone being able to know your own future, and therefore he dismissed the entire thing.

"You shall see...tomorrow. When you see the army ride cows into battle, you WILL KNOW I speak the truth!" The seer said withdrawing her hand back into the cage.

"Cows?" Rumpelstiltskin tried not to laugh. "And who's going to man the catapults? Milkmaids?" He teased and dropped the cup back into the water bucket. "I've had enough of your fiendish lies!"

"There is no escaping it!" The seer warned him. "You will have a daughter, and your actions WILL leave her fatherless."

Rumpelstiltskin shook his head and dragged down the canvas over the front of the cage to cover the prisoner inside once more.

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Many hours had passed since Rumpelstiltskin had spoken with the seer, and it was well into the night. Word had traveled around the camp quickly that their unit would be marching into battle within a few short hours which seemed to ease his mind of the seer's words, if just a bit. Cows? She said they would be riding into battle on cows! And yet, they were told they would be marching. He wanted to laugh at his brief moment of believing the seer, at his own stupidity, however something in his gut kept him from doing so. The camp sounds of blacksmiths refining weapons and armor and the dull roar of soldiers talking amongst themselves no longer brought the comfort he used to have, and instead, the sounds were a constant reminder that it was quite possible...he could die.

Having been relieved hours ago from watching over the crate, Rumpelstiltskin walked around the camp, keeping his hand at his hip where his sword was sheathed, feeling it's weight growing heavier and heavier with each step. There was a sudden bustle and a small group of soldiers entered the camp, some limping and bracing themselves against walking sticks, and others being carried on stretchers as they no longer had legs to even walk on anymore.

"Lucky bastards." A voice from behind Rumpelstiltskin sounded. Rumpelstiltskin turned to see a fellow soldier looking on at the wounded as well, a soldier that Rumpelstiltskin had grown to know over the past few months as they had been recruited at the same time.

"Well...I think they'd beg to differ..." Rumpelstiltskin said trying to make light of the situation, but it wasn't helping the growing knot in his stomach.

"They're not dead...but they can't fight, which means...they get sent home; that's the only way out of here alive. When the Ogre's rip you limb from limb...pray that they're quick." The soldier explained. Rumpelstiltskin opened his mouth to speak, to protest, however the Guard Captain emerged from his tent and gathered the attention of all the soldiers in the camp.

"Fortune favors us!" He began jovially. "Fresh supplies have arrived from The Duke! Today we will not be marching into battle; we will be riding!"

"Riding?" Rumpelstiltskin felt his heart jump up into his throat. "Riding what?" He practically demanded the Guard Captain.

"What kind of question is that? A horse of course!" The Guard Captain replied after raising an eyebrow, letting Rumpelstiltskin exhale in relief.

"Now, grab yourself a cow! GET READY!" The Guard Captain commanded the troops.

"I'm s-s-s-sorry-wha-w-what did ya say?" Rumpelstiltskin stammered upon hearing that one dreadful word.

"A cow...the saddles we just got in, made from the finest leather. We call them cows. Grab yours, so at least the ride into doom will be soft one on your backside." The Guard Captain nodded to Rumpelstiltskin and the other soldiers and left them to make preparations, leaving Rumpelstiltskin looking exceptionally pale in the face with his body shaking in terror. The soldier who Rumpelstiltskin was familiar with put an arm on his shoulder.

"Are you alright?" He asked his friend. Rumpelstiltskin nodded his head upon instinct, however his mind was far from easy.

"Yes, yes, you go on-I'll catch up..." He assured his friend. The soldier nodded and left Rumpelstiltskin be. As soon as the soldier was gone, Rumpelstiltskin hurried over to the crate where the seer had been earlier.

"So it's all true..." Rumpelstiltskin said talking through the canvas that covered the cage. "I'm going to have a daughter...and I'm going to die..." He felt his heart rising and pounding harshly against his chest as he waited for the child inside to answer him, however, no reply came. "ANSWER ME!" Rumpelstilskin yelled and tore the canvas off of the cage, revealing it to be completely empty. A sound of shock came from Rumpelstiltskin, his only glimmer of hope...of finding a way to change his future...was gone. He cried out in frustration and beat his fists upon the empty cage in a wild rage until his eyes caught sight of something lying on a nearby blacksmiths anvil. An iron maul.

Rumpelstiltskin stared down the object as if it were a fearsome foe, and felt beads of cold sweat starting to trickle down his neck. He took a few tentative steps towards the maul and grasped it with both of his hands, unable to keep his eyes off of the iron head of the weapon. His hands shook violently as he raised the heavy object until the iron head was straight up in the air. Both terror and grief visibly overcame his face as he looked away from the weapon and with all of his strength, brought the maul down on his right shin. The air was filled with a sickening sound of a bone snapping, as well as the cries and screams coming from the pained Rumpelstiltskin. He fell to the ground in dirt and snow, dropping the maul and clutching his broken leg as he writhed around in the dirt in pain, the dirt sticking to the tears that streamed down his grimaced face as his vocal pain echoed into the cool, winter night's air.

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Rumpelstiltskin jerked awake in his bed gasping for breath, his greenish skin coated with a thin layer of sweat. As soon as the present caught up with him, he began to relax, however was unable to shake the memories that continually haunted his dreams. He pulled the top blanket off of him and moved to get off the bed, however his entire lower right leg refused to cooperate with him. He sighed deeply as he ran his hand over his thin shin where the memories pained him even more than the physical pain itself. A small wisp of purple magic emitted from his hand and encircled around his leg and the pain eventually began to subside, but now...now he couldn't get his mind off of it...

The baby blanket off to the side of his bed caught his attention as it had the night before and he reached over to bring it into his lap. He thumbed at the name stitched across it lovingly and let out a sigh as he remembered the very moment he returned home from the Ogre's War and back to his wife, Milah.

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It was nearly spring by the time Rumpelstiltskin spotted his humble little cottage nestled snugly into the mountains, and despite the searing pain that grew with each step he took, Rumpelstiltskin hastened his pace with a new feeling of hope in his heart. Aided only by a crude bandage job to his ankle area with a two sticks on either side serving as a brace for his shin, and a crude walking stick, Rumpelstiltskin limped along, calling out for his wife Milah as soon as he knew his voice would be able to carry into the house where he knew her to be.

"Milah! MILAH!" Rumpelstiltskin forced open the front door with his left hand, as his right was occupied with keeping his balance with the walking stick. As soon as the door opened, Rumpelstiltskin spotted his wife standing in the center of the room, holding a tiny infant swaddled up in a simple-sewn blanket. He looked past the look of utter surprise that Milah gave him once she saw who had come through her door, as his soft brown eyes landed immediately on the child.

"Rumpel..." Milah said softly in her surprise to find her husband in her home after so many months away. Rumpelstiltskin hobbled himself into the house more, feeling relief that his journey had finally come to an end and that he might finally rest without fear of being attacked during the night. He outstretched his left hand, pointing delicately at the child in his wife's arms.

"Whats her name?" He asked, gasping for breath as he willed himself to a wooden chair so that he might rest properly. Milah hesitated for a moment, her eyes looking her husband up and down but more-so resting on his injured leg.

"Baelfire." She said at last, unable to hold back a proud smile as she uttered the name. Rumpelstiltskin breathed out heavily, trying to laugh but was too tired to make much of a sound.

"A strong name!" He commended happily and fell onto his knees to packed dirt floor by the chair, as his legs refused to carry him a single step further.

"It's something she'll need...if she's to live with the shame of being your daughter." Milah replied bluntly as she watched her husband struggle to pull himself off of the floor and into the wooden chair, causing him to be even more winded in the process.

"Wh-wha-what are you talking about?" Rumpelstiltskin asked, gripping onto his knee tightly in an effort to dull the pain shooting through his leg.

"Rumpel is it true?"

Rumpelstiltskin attempted to move his attention from nursing his leg to his wife, confusion mixing in with the physical pain he wore on his face.

"Is what true?" He breathed out heavily.

"Did you injure yourself?" Milah practically demanded, a tinge of sorrow in her voice. "So that you wouldn't have to fight? So that you would be sent home?"

"Who told you that?" He snapped.

"EVERYONE!" Milah snapped back, holding Baelfire closer to her chest as her voice began to rise. "Rumors travel quickly from the front..." She added on quickly, making sure to make an effort to keep her voice down, however when Rumpelstiltskin didn't answer right away, Milah burst. "Rumpel did you do this to yourself? DID YOU DO THI-"

"YES!" Rumpelstiltskin shouted back, though his head was hung low and unable to look into the eyes of his own wife as guilt quickly overtook him. "A seer told me that I was going to die in the battle..."

"You did this because a SEER told you to do it?" She hissed through clenched teeth.

"She was right about everything else! I left the front to be with you!" He said, extending his hand out to gesture towards her. He choked heavily on his words in an effort to keep the tears at bay. "To be with...Baelfire..."

"You left because you were afraid. you became what everyone thought you were...A COWARD-"

"Shutup..."

"JUST LIKE YOU'RE FATHER!"

Rumpelstiltskin bolted out of the chair, unable to stand her words any longer and knocking the chair over in his anger in the process.

"I'M NOTHING LIKE MY FATHER! He tried to abandon me! I will never, ever do that to my daughter. That's why I did this-" Rumpelstiltskin gestured heavily towards his leg. "-for HER! All for the girl! To save her from the same fate I suffered; growing up without a father..." He felt his legs beginning to give out on him once more and stooped down awkwardly to pick the chair back up and rested back down on it, shaking his head side to side as Milah continued to argue with him.

"You sentence her to a fate much worse; growing up as YOUR daughter..."

"Wha, wh-what else could I do?" He asked looking back up at her, his voice and eyes pleading.

"You could have FOUGHT, Rumpel. You could have DIED!"

Rumpelstiltskin's face immediately fell, even more than the emotions Milah had stirred up in him had already done leaving his mouth open slightly agape.

"You don't mean that." He said to her quietly, and then repeated it once more, louder, when she said nothing in return. Milah instead turned her head to look away from him, however she walked with the baby in her arms to Rumpelstiltskin and laid the baby in his arms before grabbing an empty water bucket and left the home without another word.

The very moment Baelfire was laid into his arms, Rumpelstiltskin felt his emotions take a complete turn. Suddenly, what Milah said didn't matter anymore. The pain his leg was experiencing was no longer there and the thought of his own future was no longer in his mind. All there was, was Baelfire, his daughter, staring up at him with her gorgeous brown eyes, smiling and gurgling up at him. A soft sound of awe came from his throat as he looked down upon the miracle he had helped to create and found his arms instinctively bouncing the baby up and down ever so gently as he held her close to him.

"It's alright Bae..." He cooed, unable to keep the corners of his mouth from twitching into a smile as he met his daughter's stare. Baelfire let out a soft, happy sound and reached her tiny arm up, her hand grabbing onto Rumpelstiltskin's nose. "It's alright...your pappa's here. And I promise, I will never, EVER leave you..."

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Rumpelstiltskin folded the blanket he held in his lap back up delicately and returned it to his nightstand. Now with his leg acting properly with the aid of magic, he got up from his bed and quickly bathed himself, getting dressed in a white poet shirt with a black leather vest over the top and matching black leather pants with black boots that nearly reached his knees. He pulled aside a sheet that had been covering up a full-length mirror in his bedroom and stared right back at the cold eyes his reflection gave back to him and took in a deep breath, taking in his disfigured and ugly appearance. He covered the mirror back up completely and without even so much as letting his new apprentice know his intentions, he was gone in a puff of blood red smoke.

Once Upon a Time...

Nah you dont have to do that lol. I kind of failed at explaining that...

Once Upon a Time...

psssst! Optimist! We werent supposed to move on just yet lol we are waiting for reem to finish up the last day 1 collaboration. ^.^

(High Casual) Incarceron: A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment!

Alright everyone, let’s see if this sticks. I’ve had this idea in my head for a while and until recently I was able to make this into a 1 on 1 but my partner has mysteriously disappeared so I was thinking ‘why not turn this into a group rp?’ So here I am, and here are my thoughts…

Introduction and Set up

Your motive is first; survival. Second; escape.

Black. Pitch Black. Tani tried looking around her surroundings but not even the smallest glimmer of light nor reflection could be seen. Her body was currently on the floor with her wrists tied together behind her back and her ankles bound together as well. She rolled herself off of her back and onto her stomach where she tried to inch forward, but her forehead was immediately greeted with a cold, metal wall. She stretched out her feet a bit and they too met with another wall. She was trapped, and alone. She would have tried to scream if it hadn’t been for the collar restricted around her throat, allowing just enough air to pass through her lungs without passing out, but not enough to make any sounds. She wormed her body around until she was in an awkward sitting position, her back resting against the cool metal and closed her eyes. It had all happened so fast…

There was a sound of scraping metal and suddenly a stream of light entered the confined space, blinding Tani for a good while. She shut her eyes tightly to prevent any damage to her eyes and heard a couple pairs of footsteps clanging on the metal floor. Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed at her harshly, forcing her to her feet and then pushed her out towards the light. Tripping over her own feet, as they were still bound together, Tani collapsed out of the metal barge and out onto the soft terrain of her new destination. Dark brown mud caked to her blue face the moment she hit the ground as the entire area was soaking wet from the rain. It didn’t take long at all for her to get soaked as well, as the droplets were big and coming down hard. Another guard pulled her back to her feet, holding her forcibly by the neck around the metal collar still locked tightly around her neck and his second hand grasping a rod of some sort into her back. A second guard stooped over to unlock the metal bands that held her ankles together, and with a quick push of a button from the first guard, the end of the rod pressed into her back ignited into a high-intensity array of electricity. Tani tried to cry out in pain as the electrical shock coursed through her body, rendering her numb for a few moments but the guard pushed her forward, forcing her to walk.

She could feel people staring at her, and she knew exactly why. She kept her head down though, avoiding any eye contact with anyone save she might happen upon a certain race that had a personal vendetta against hers. She had been briefed on where it was she was going right before she lost consciousness in the barge, and therefore she knew why she was there. The rain did a steady job of smearing the mud off of her face and chest, though it only made her look messier. Still though, she continued to walk where she was directed; she’d do anything just to not have the guard press that button again.

A few minutes later, the guard had stopped which in turn caused Tani to stop. At first it was because she had thought that they had arrived at wherever it is that they were going, but when Tani looked up she had spotted what looked like a small girl, no older than eight. She was cowering in front of two of the guards, who apprehended her with force and started to strike her. Tani didn’t know what the girl did to deserve such treatment, and frankly she didn’t care. The larger portion of empathy in her heart tugged at her conscious and she could no longer just stand around and watch as the other races in the immediate area did; though some didn’t even do that, walking on by as if nothing were happening.

With the sound of what sounded like a hiss coming from her throat, Tani wrenched herself free from the guard and ran towards the guards with the little girl. Upon getting closer she noticed that the girl was of the Arian race. Light green skin, thick antennae, and known throughout the universe for their exceptional farming skills, a race that her own race was friendly with before their supposed extinction. Tani didn’t stop though, as the guard rose his hand to strike the girl once again, Tani rammed herself into his side, Earth football style and the two crashed into the mud. Her own guards had quickly caught up with her and pulled her back up to her feet. The guard whom she had knocked over stood up, wiped the mud from his uniform, pulled out what looked like a gun from his holster and point-blank shot the little girl through the head. Tani tried to scream in anger, though it was rendered useless and in fact made her feel very light-headed. She was then forced to what looked like a metal pole in the middle of the area and was quickly bound to it, her chest pressing against the pole and her back exposed. The guards exchanged orders to one another until one finally stepped forward with a leather whip with electricity sparking from it. The guard pulled back his arm, and began his assailing attack on the Rhevarian; the rarest race in existence.

Notable Species

The Ebolorians

A race of aliens that have been running an intergalactic entertainment show for nigh on centuries where species from all over the universe are locked in a variety of contests and battles. The species are very large, powerful, and extremely witty. Their numbers are vast and they are the sole masters of the universe and you.

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The Rhevarians

The Rhevarians are an exceptionally rare race thought to have been eliminated many centuries ago. The only proof of their current existence is a single Rhevarian recently captured by the Ebolorians. History tells us the race of Rhevarians lived on a cold climate planet of ice, living underground in vast colonies and thrived as scholars, being the first race to make contact with other 'alien' races. As the Rhevarians are smart, their combat skills are severely lacking. For protection on their planet, they always relied on their devices or technology to do the fighting for them. They have no powers and are very awkward with weapons.

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Humans

Humans are another incredibly rare sight; at least, pure humans are. Considered one of the weakest races in the galaxy as far as mind and body go, the humans were disregarded as ‘trash’ though they seemed to be good at one thing…breeding. The female human was able to carry the child of almost any race, therefore bringing in a slew of entirely new alien races of Humanoids. There have been a handful of pure humans enslaved on the Home planet, though they never usually last very long.

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Humanoids

Humanoids vary from a being having six arms and twelve eyes to a being that looks like a regular human, but has other alien-like qualities. Humanoids are considered the new ‘trash’ of the galaxy as they are not pure blooded in their own race and have pure human blood in there somewhere. Humanoids are the most common of the alien species however, which is why it is rumored that the arena was built to help eliminate the inferior races.

*note, there are other alien races out there, you may use whatever you would like (if your CS is approved of course. We still want everything to fit well together)

The World

The Ebolorians use a former moon they hollowed out as a sort of a base for their mother ship that is simply called ‘Home Planet’ or ‘Home.’ The inside of the moon is home to thousands of biomes they can manipulate which they use as the arena to house their shows. In the very center a structure was made to hold the prisoners along with a center molten core that is controlled and used as an infinite power source.

There has been no up rise against the Ebolorian race, as the aliens have been able to continue to capture other aliens throughout the universe through government takeovers, taking prisoners of war or even simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Some species however pay them off to broadcast this show to them which they get a lot of support from and in turn don’t get enslaved themselves, so the demand for entertainment seems to be in a higher regard than the freedom of the alien races.

Living Accommodations and Status

Although its considered illegal, murders of other players do occur and quite often outside the arena, sometimes people would get off easy with being jumped and only temporarily injured or possibly maimed. There is a surgical staff that will attend to those injured outside of the arena, though only half make it through surgery without an infection of some sort.

The lowest ranked are placed in cages and kept in a place known as the 'Underground' which is nothing more than a sewage system with cages of different sizes and shapes lining the ceiling and walls. More often than not a prisoner or two will manage to escape and break into the surface, although frowned upon this actually isn't illegal and underhanded tactics such as this to increase one's rank is encouraged. The overall goal of this city is to work from the Underground to the slums, building your rank and fame within the arena until you aspire to Class S which only has 3 spots. At this point you are able to contest one of the former S class for their spot or challenge all three for a chance at freedom.

Depending on how many fans you had scores your overall level, level and class are vastly different. Level places your approval rating within the audience which can help sway your Class or give you slight benefits during contests while Class is the rank in which the Order recognizes you at. Both can be improved by doing things the audience may remember such as brutal killings, tactical moves or something else that you can use to stand out. Some inmates choose to be very flashy, coming up with titles and fake stories for their characters while others simply view this as a living hell they're forced to live. After each match, the surviving contestants are put to sleep with a noxious gas before being collected and placed into the medical bay where expert technicians will help recover all they can and make sure the vitals are still strong. Contestants viewed as too weak to survive are placed back in the arena in a display of sacrifice, either to some unknown deity or simply for show.

Class C - Standard Prisoners, used to fill bulk in some competitions or simply placed as easy and more longer term matches particularly placed around gruesome deaths and savage-like weapons (ie. pieces of trash as bludgeoning weapons, rusted blades, throwing/sling based ranged technology. Most combatants are encouraged to use their hands. Most range between Level 100-85 with the lowest being a record level 79 who seems to choose living in the Underground claiming 'Down here they don't realize I exist.'

Class B - Slightly elevated, Prisoners here tend to live in either the Slums or a middle district. Some here aspire to become stars and this is the level which separates the men from the boys. More often than not the prisoners will be placed against unfair odds, this level holds the highest mortality rate simply because of the vast amounts of prisoners that attain this rank only to be put to death early on. Those from this level can range from 90 down to 45.

Class A - The 'Pro' level of competitions. These warriors are seen as something between stars and heroes, each have their own personalities and specialties which the Order takes into consideration when picking those of this level. Often those in Class A will be assigned team leader positions on large scale competitions or are regularly subject to brutal situations which focus more on the mental and physical stamina aspect of living instead of pure brutal combat. Unlike the former Classes, one must be at least level 25 to attain Class A.

Class S - The premium level of competition. Although they hold a special place in the eyes of the Order these figures are often kept as quiet as possible to keep a level of mysteriousness about them and to give them the element of surprise against anyone daring to challenge them. Those who've existed in the Prison for so long say this whole system is corrupt, the Class S are severely overpowered and mutated version of long forgotten inmates. Unlike other inmates the Class S hold their own Levels they share with no one which are 1 ,2 and 3 respectively.

Other Ideas

Before the competition there could be a wall or chest of just gear and you're allowed to pick 1-3 things and move on. Maybe as rewards for winning you get an extra item or first pick, maybe you get to pick your team or influence who you want on your team

The Games can range from one on one to the death battles, to team group battles of a hundred each that play a brutal game of ‘capture the flag.’

I also like the idea of there being loot in the arenas. Possibly some kind of pod that holds a single item or piece of an item, ammunition or something like that? Maybe the more the Order likes you or dislikes you, they could control what items you get?

I totally think that the supernatural should be implemented, because of course there are vast different races and species of prisoners out there, so to that I say the possibilities are endless. Personally I may give my character a secret or hidden ability that she discovers while being there, but I'm not quite sure yet.

There could be a 'police force' of guards/enforcers for the Prison that could snatch women off the street for the prince or simply for themselves, others may just enjoy publicly humiliating or beating the prisoners.

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*whispers* Optimist...I finished Tom Thumb's Day 1 Character Summary. Let me know if I need to add/edit anything :D

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Real Name
Slade Joseph Wilson

Code Name
Deathstroke the Mercenary

Age
46

Height
6'4"

Weight
225 pounds

Date of birth
October 10th

Appearance

History
As a boy, Slade was known to be headstrong, resilient and exceptionally athletic. It was perhaps his only saving grace with the poverty-level upbringing he had by a single mother. He was put into any and all sports that were available in the area, but even that wasn't enough for the youth. He was only sixteen years old when he first enlisted in the United States Army, having lied about his age rather convincingly. By the time the government caught onto what he had done, he had risen so far up in ranks and had proven himself a hundred times over, that they simply couldn't find it in themselves to send him back home - he was far too valuable a soldier.

It was just a few years later that he met Captain Adeline Kane, who was tasked with training young soldiers in new fighting techniques, readying them for the upcoming war in Vietnam. Captain Kane was immediately impressed by Slade's abilities and how quickly he adapted to modern conventions of warfare. Anything she threw at him, he took head-on and conquered it. Any gun, any blade, any explosive weapon - Slade made it his bitch, proving that anyone could learn anything, no matter the circumstance.

Captain Kane almost immediately fell in love with him, or more so the realization that he was, without a doubt, the most able-bodied combatant she had ever encountered - maybe even anyone in the entire Army had encountered. She offered to privately train Slade, taking on a subject that she knew he hadn't mastered yet - Guerrilla Warfare. IN less than a year, Slade had even this technique mastered, and was eagerly awaiting to be taught more, but with nothing left to teach him, he was instead promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. Six months later, and he and Captain Kane were married and became pregnant with their first child - Grant.

Slade continued on active duty while Adeline stayed home to raise their son. Needing the extra cash, Slade volunteered himself for an extremely vague position within the army that Slade later knew as the Australian Secret Intelligence Service/ASIS unit. He left the comfortable confines of his Army life and gave his all to ASIS, who immediately put him to work - Mercenary work - Australian Special Intelligence Service. At first, Slade found a lot wrong with hunting down and killing people like animals, but after much persuasion and manipulation, Slade learned to cope with it. After only just a few months, a new mission was given to Slade that put him on a plane to Japan, however the aircraft was shot down into the ocean. By some miracle, Slade wound up on an island, Lian Yu, that was crawling with the Japanese and a special military service that had their own contract to fulfill - one of Slade's comrades.

Slade never did figure out what it was that they wanted his team for. Only he and three others survived the attack and the other two eventually died - one to the elements of the island, and the other to being captured, tortured for information, and then killed. Slade spent the next few years in hiding, plotting and planning his escape until finally, after three more years and after a really bad storm, a small group of poor bastards washed ashore, looking to him for help. Though they were far from heroes, Slade did what he could with the small group, though in the end, only he and one other were left alive to retell the tale of their escape - a rich boy by the name of Oliver Queen.

There was a single instance on that island that changed Slade's life forever, however. After a failed attack attempt for the only working ship on the island, Slade was mortally wounded and destined to die, however Oliver refused to give in, and left Slade to explore the old ruins of a Japanese ship that had been long forgotten about until that moment. Oliver then discovered that the entire reason the island was crawling with Japanese and a rogue army had been found. A briefcase - filled with vials of a neon green liquid the Japanese called the Mirakuru. It was a rumored concoction; an experimental drug that was meant to turn ordinary men into super soldiers. However, Oliver also found disfigured skeletons amongst the ruined Japanese ship, and realized that the Mirakuru also had the ability to kill those it was used on. Not having much of an option, Oliver returned to Slade, destroying every other vial except the one. He told Slade that the Mirikuru had the ability to either kill him, or save him. Slade ordered him to do it - he was dead either way.

The serum was injected, and for a few hours, Slade was dead. Giving up on his leader, Oliver left to continue Slade's plan of escape. However, Slade's body slowly took to the formula, and by some unspoken means, was brought back, stronger, smarter, quicker - he had become a super soldier. The serum warped his mind, however, and went on a berserker rampage on the Japanese. Oliver was the only one that was able to calm him down enough before he found himself amongst the other bodies, and the two were able to escape.

Once back home, after years of being assumed dead, Slade came to the realization that not only was Grant 4 years old, but Adeline had become pregnant with another before his departure and had given birth, naming him Joseph after Slade's own middle name. Taking a much needed break from his special force team, Slade then became incredibly invested in his two sons, teaching them the ways of combat and the world, training them to become strong men of both body and mind. Unfortunately, what was left of the team Slade and Oliver had left behind on Lian Yu had managed to track him down. He was the only specimen to have ever successfully taken the Mirakuru drug and lived. But when Slade didn't want anything to do with them, and told them upfront, Slade was forced into yet again another situation that would change his life.

The organized task force kidnapped his son, Joseph, and held him for ransom. With a bit of quick thinking, and adapting to his new super-human abilities, Slade managed to get his son back but not before they cut his throat enough to damage his vocal cords for the rest of his life. Furious, and deeming it Slade's fault, Adeline went at Slade in an angry rage and managed to cut out one of his eyes before demanding that he leave forever. With a heavy heart, and wounded pride, Slade left his wife and two sons who later grew up to hate him and even consider him their enemy.

Slade tried to take some time off from his Mercenary life, wanting to reflect on his own life and see if he might be able to get his family back. However the Mirakuru inside of him kept him restless, and once more, Slade threw himself back into the Mercenary lifestyle. After a few years, he met a woman, Lillian Worth, through a search-and-rescue mission in Cambodia. After a very quick love affair, Lillian gave birth to their daughter who she named Rose. However, knowing Slade's background, Lillian kept Rose a secret from Slade, and raised Rose on her own. It wasn't until Rose was into her teen years when she had asked enough questions and gathered enough information to know that Slade Wilson was her father. She reached out to him immediately, but Slade ignored her, unable to withstand the knowledge that he had yet another child he had failed to raise the way he wanted. But after Lillian's death, and Rose's affiliation with his son Joseph in the Teen Titans, Slade finally stepped in and took in Rose, picking up where he had left off with his boys and trained her to become a deadly force that the Titans eventually found enough reason to kick her out for.

Now, Slade and Rose rule the night - the perfect father and daughter mercenary team. That is, until one of Rose's slip-ups landed Slade in Belle Reve with a computerized microchip embedded into his neck...

Powers/Abilities
Slade possesses various enhanced abilities forced upon him by the Mirakuru serum which are recorded to exceed well beyond that of any average human. These abilities include the strength of ten men and heightened durability, stamina, speed, agility, sense and reflexes. In his strength, he has been able to lift at least five metric tons. His brain is now unlocked to him to be able to use ninety percent of it where as a normal human can only access about twenty percent, making him a tactical genius adept at turning opponents' own abilities against them. This is only highlighted by his years of service in the Army and Australian Special Forces.

On the subject of his brain, Slade possesses genius level intellect and is often displayed as a calm yet ruthless mastermind when it comes to his personal exploits and scheming the downfall of his enemies. He first studies his adversary to look for their weak points and vulnerabilities (even if it means facing them blind and losing to gain the information) and then strikes viciously with devastating efficiency.

Slade also has a powerful regenerative healing factor in his blood that enables him to heal from physical injury much faster than a normal person. However, it does have limitations, as he could not heal his missing eye and though it has never been tested, he would be willing to bet that he would not be able to regenerate entire limbs. This healing factor enables him to recover from what would otherwise be fatal injuries, though recovering from such injuries renders him practically insane and near-animalistic for a short period of time during his administrations. He has even gone as far as giving Rose a false kryptonite eye, knowing fully well that it could poison her, but his lust for wanting Superman weakened clouded his fatherly judgement.

Having been trained to the very limits in combat with weapons in the Army, Slade is also extremely skilled and formidable in hand-to-hand combat and marital arts. He has proved himself to be one of the best fighters in the United States and Australian Army and Special Forces and through his martial arts training, he took on boxing, karate, jujitsu and ninjutsu.

On a side note, Slade is also very proficient in other languages, such as Russian, Japanese and Korean.

Other
Though he loves his kids more than anything, Slade has subconsciously distanced himself from them as his two sons want him dead and his daughter is considered more of an asset than family. Rose does, however, break through his "tough guy" walls once in a while and is able to get through to him as a father, but because of the Mirakuru, these moments are very few and far between... and he hates it.