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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 21, 2008 22:46:52 GMT -5
Let's begin. When the worlds life grew thin man bannded together and decided apon a great city that would last beyond the end and rise from their ashes. This city came to be known as New Eden. New Eden grew and prospered as the world outside fell deeper into despair. Finaly silence from the outside, the people inside New Eden oblivious to their fate, them being sheilded by giant walls and domes. This didn't stop them however, forbidden from venturing outside the walls they built down creating a subterainian branch of the city called the Underworld, the industrious center, the walls filled with various valuable minerals and metals.
With the boom in reseach and industry, multiple businesses sprang up the biggest and most well known was the Magen corparation, their advances in Genetics and Magics helped the people of New Eden to living well kept and long lifes. The darker side the this was that the Magen corparation was also constructing a Eden self-defence force that ended in the corparations head reasearch center burning to the ground releasing hordes of monsters into the lower city, as well as the only beings capable of ridding the city of them. These beings where called Majin, looking like normal people except for some slight physical abnormalities they blend in, keeping their extrodinary powers to them selves. Most have simply left the hordes of Inago(Meaning locust, named so for the mass numbers they reproduce in) to the police force and tried to live normal lives, other have lent their hands in combating them becoming somewhat of superheros, though the public has not showed them the kindness given the those spandex heros.
Now that New Eden seems to have reached a stopping point in technology, on top it resembles the utopia it was originaly built to be, bellow it looks somthing like a highly advanced New York. The Underworld like the name suggests is home to most of the cities crime, illegal goods, and everything illegal in general. As such it has become refugge for both Majin and Inago.
I can't help but feel I'v missed something.....If I remember it I'll update it and tell you.
Ok now that that's out of the way we can start. Post your character in a post after this with your characters Name, Age(no more than 60), Apperance, Abilities, Bio, Famliy doesn't matter because all Majin where created in a lab.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 26, 2008 15:57:06 GMT -5
Name: Valkyrie Race: Majin Age: was created 18 years ago. Gender: Female Occupation(s): The Boss. Weapons: Two hand guns. Nothing extremely fascinating about them, mostly for show. Carries around a baseball bat. Made of durable composite materials. Abilities: Valkyrie is able to generate electricity from any part of her body, works best when amplified by a conductor. She can also generate cold temperatures as well; able to freeze objects she touches or just creates an overall frigid atmosphere. She can pass through solid objects, can go into a state of nearly complete invisibility and can fly/levitate. Appearance: Height 5’ 5 ½” Naturally dark green hair, down to her shoulders, slightly curly. Ocean blue eyes, flecked with deep purple or indigo color, usually outlined by kohl. Has dark tan/brown skin. She looks strong although not extremely muscular, and has a very feminine build. Has a tattoo of a valknut on her left shoulder blade. She wears low slung black pants and black vinyl vest top that laces in the back, very open (tattoo visible). Above that she wears a gray/silver knee length jacket, with a slit up the back. Black studded fingerless gloves and dog tags around her neck with her name on them. Has brown military style boots. Bulky silver goggles with black lenses that have pink ‘radioactive’ symbol on them. Beneath that she wears a black headband, tied in the back. Wears brown leather belts, one clinches around her waist the other two serve as holsters for her guns. Bio: She was “born” within the confines of the Majin corporation walls. Growing from a baby to a young adult like any human would. It was hard to say she was unhappy, because really she wasn’t. She had known the labs and the people who worked there all her life. She was content with the way things were. Oblivious to anything happening outside the company, her insular world was the only thing she knew. When the company burned down she didn’t know what to do. She survived of course, but the overwhelming reality was harrowing. The transition from the life that she knew to the foreign new world was painful. She gravitated toward the dark underground, finding solace in the shadows. People nicknamed her the lady ghost for often she seemed nothing more than a mirage, drifting between buildings and haunting the streets of the Underworld. Often she studied the habits of the humans, and quickly began to understand their nature. As soon as she began to acclimate to this new life she tried her best to act normal but occasionally she slipped up and her powers would give her away. She accumulates a small following of people and their unwanted attention was exasperating at first. Finally she decided she might as well use her power to her own benefit. Becoming the leader of a gang that call themselves The Choosers of the Slain (sometimes refer to themselves as Ghosts). They are known for their participation in illegal activities as most gangs are, while also famous for the brutal initiation ceremony one must go through to enter. ( [glow=red,2,300]APPRIVED ;D[/glow] - Eshmon)
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 26, 2008 17:14:09 GMT -5
(Approved ;D)
Name: James King
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance:Black hoodie with the sleeves ripped off, crimson red pants with multiple buckles, pockets, and studs in them. Dark brown shoes. Unnatural, silver hair, red irises and black eyes, with no pupil. A excess of tattoos on his body that are in actuality a magical, parasitic organism called a ZaHo that a allows him to produce a Black substance with varying qualities.
Abilities: Gravity manipulation Matter density manipulation Teleportation through pockets of distorted space Super Strength ability to ingest all forms of matter with few ill effects Generation of matter due to a parasitic organism called a ZaHo
Bio: After years of restless poking, prodding, and training inside the compound of the Magen corporation King was glad to be free. That is until he had to stay in the real world, the people sickened him, the laziness, unruly, idiotic ran amok and no one seemed to care to stop them. But it wasn't his fight so he decided on trying to make the best out of it, rented a place to sleep with money he had 'acquired', bought all the necessities, and planed on living his life as any normal person would. Unfortunately that's hard when Inago are constantly popping up...
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 26, 2008 20:44:39 GMT -5
A lloming figure sat in a booth at a semi-known dinner on the corner of Franks and Acre street. He sat there eating slowly at the dish before him, a Sundae complete with whipcream and a cherry. Normaly no problem with this, but the mans apperance ofset the normality of the situation. A Black hoodie with the sleeves ripped off, showing his heavily tattooed arms to the world. His hood lay back letting his silver hair shine in the dim light, his eye where hidden by the shadow of his hair and the fack that his head was tilted down, his face was gruff and jagged, cut and ferm. He had a fighters build and a omonis aura about him, the kind of aura that was causing people to stare, but he ate in peice and silence ignoring the stares.
Once he had finished a waitress aproches and asks if that would be all. Slowly and in a voice that suited his aperance perfectly he asked for a coffee to go. Receaving the drink he stands grabs the military style, denim bag from under the table, he places a fifty on the table and pays for his desert and drink then quietly leaves.
Once outside he pulls his hood up over his head covering his hair and face, then walks past the sign 'in' the dinners window, due to nearly invisable lights and wires in the glass the owner could prgram anything to scroll acrost the window in this case it was 'Hudson's Dinner'.
The man adjusts the bag on his back, unknown to the pubil inside sat twenty thousand in bound currency, and alltogether weighed around as much as a young child. Slowly he walks down the back allys towards the industryial district of the s**thole these humans called the underworld, thick clouds blanketed the sky this evening turned blue by some strange chemical and tonorrow it would be some other color altogether.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 26, 2008 22:12:31 GMT -5
She leaned against the wall with static grace, nonchalant but to different to go completely unnoticed. For one there was her face, the unusual beautiful symmetry of the large dark eyes that stared into the distance. She seemed deep in serious contemplation, none of the men who gawked dared approach. Even wearing the androgynous gray coat her figure was unmistakable. One hand was on her hip, the other twisting absentmindedly through her dark green hair.
A stout but bulky, muscular man strode to her side. It must have been someone she knew because she turned ever so slightly and spoke to him like he had been there all along.
He nodded but had to stand on his toes to lean closer to her ear in case anyone should be listening.
The woman shrugged. "Fine, lets go." And together they walked down Acre street. Past the shiny chrome benches, scrolling ad boards and storefronts using bright signs in a efforts to attract more attention than their competitors. A few turns and suddenly the scenery changed. Everything got darker but that was hardly a problem. It was the smell. The smell was an assault like no other. It was the awful aroma of piss and rotting garbage, sickness and food gone sour laced with the bitter-sweet smoke of the dens. But worst of all was the stench of death. The rotting bodies of God knows what was enough to burn off all the hairs in your nose. If one were to enter unprepared the shock alone might just send them into a coma. For those who had known it all there lives it smelled of home.
For her, it really didn't mater.
The streets were gritty and wet, with what one would hope to be water, and soon so were her shoes. Both people ignored the wretches that sunk into the shadows at their approach. They sunk behind the wires that sagged outside the buildings, glaring and clicking their tongues. The ally was a long one, a labyrinth of sorts that cut off at some turns and seemed to go on forever in other directions.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 27, 2008 17:49:57 GMT -5
Slowly the man moved through the allys, the putrid stank that could easily peel paint wafted harmlessly through his nose. He begins to exit the allys when he sees a few police oficers dressed in their full body black uniforms, flamethrowers ridding the area of a Inago infestation. That was the horrid thing about them, they breed by spores when a Inago decides to make more of itsel;f it covered its entire suroundings in durable spores, the size of the Inago decided how many spore, and since they had indeterminate growth(they grow till they die) they could get pretty big, but this infestation look pretty small none the less contact with the police was probably not a good idea so he slinks back into the shadows to find a new route home. Walking through the ally once again he trips a sensor causing a light to come on over head.
"damn..."he grumbles but keeps walking, the light finding its way around corners and spreading out in every direction.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 27, 2008 18:21:55 GMT -5
She turned, noticing the sudden light. The man beside her even went so far as point it out like it wasn't already obvious. She rolled her eyes and continued her long stride. By the time he noticed she was on the move again he had to run to catch up.
They took a sharp turn and stopped short. Police. They too were looking in the direction of the lights. The two of them backed up quickly before they could be noticed.
"Disgusting." He spit. She didn't have time to wonder if he was speaking of the cops or the spores. "What the hell's goin' on?" He questioned aloud, in his gravely voice.
"I have no idea, nor to I care." She frowned before continuing. "I know another way..." She said distracted. She didn't like being deterred from her path. Her mouth was set in a scowl as she edged toward the dim light, an uncommon sight.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 27, 2008 18:31:22 GMT -5
There was a calm pause beofre the man stopped hearing a footstep in a puddle. Quickly he stashes the bag and hides himself leaving nothing visable but a dumpster, trashcan, storm drain, hanging light, and a few cardboard boxes, none of which besides the dumpster the man could have fit in, but he wasn't in it, or the bag.
A rat crawls from the storm drain bumping the trash can and knocking it over(BIG FREAKING RAT) creating much noise.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 27, 2008 19:01:14 GMT -5
He jumped, she didn't but they were both alerted by the noise.
"Oy! Show yourself!" He called, eyes darting around wildly.
"It's probably just a rat." She said crossing her arms. He grunted dissatisfied with this answer and proceeded toward the overturned garbage can. She watched resigned waiting for him to get bored with his search. "Craig hurry up."
"Okay... I just-" He stopped speaking, his eyes going wide. He was face to face with the giant rat. "AAAARRRG!!!" He yelled backing up too fast and falling on his butt.
She stepped forward whacking the vermin on the head with a standard metal baseball bat. It squealed wounded and he air suddenly felt tight, charged with electricity. There was a sharp crackling noise, jagged yellow light wound around the bat in her hand before making it to the rat. Its squeals went silent and the smell of burnt meat wafted to her nose.
"There. Now get up you look like a fool." She ordered.
He jumped to his feet embarrassed. "You were right... sorry..." He mumbled keeping his head low.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 27, 2008 19:18:31 GMT -5
A sharp chill rushed through the air, so much so that frost actualy started to aculumate in front of them and head backwards where the man stood slidding his shoulder back into place, one of the smaller boxes overturned.
With a gracfull slide he wooshes past them to the storm drain, from which he pulls the bag. Momments before this the large rat which had been so humainly dispatched had found itself under said bag and in an atempt to free itself and clawed and chewed for freedom resaulting in a tear, this tear presented loose fabric which caught on the edge of the storm drain, and due to his abnormal strength the man easly makes the tear bigger. Slinging it over his shoulder he starts off, but stops suddenly as they all hear a small thud. One of the bound money stacks had fallen out and lay there on the ground. The man however doesn't turn, he doesn't even move. The series of events that would transpire next depended fully apon what these two newcomers would do...
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 27, 2008 19:47:12 GMT -5
Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him. The air felt charged again, although oddly cool like the temperature had dropped a couple degrees.
Craig apparently oblivious lunged for the money. "Thanks, buddy... we could always use the extra cash." He chuckled before turning to her waiting for a response. Her eyes stayed fixed on the stranger.
"Who are you?" She asked, swinging the bat over her shoulder.
"Hey, hey! Look at this wad. This guy is loaded!" He stared hungrily at the bag now, chuckling greedily to himself.
"Shut up." She snapped, immediately causing him to go quiet. "Who are you?" He could hear her slow approach until she was only standing a few inches behind him. "... and where did all the money come from?" She whispered. Her hands were cold on his shoulder, like ice.
"I'm not here to judge, just curious." She purred dragging her fingers toward his arm. Her lackey had resumed his snickering as he flipped through the cash in his hand.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 27, 2008 20:01:45 GMT -5
"You might want to tell your freind to stop playing with that money, it's laced with lumonecent power(the kind used to see whose been handleing the money, only appeare under black light)......."The man says but nothing else.
Slowly he pulls a thin peice of what looked like clear paper from his pocket and held it up for her to see. It was today's new '60 mill vanishes from Arther Street bank vault'.
"I'm suprised you haven't heard......a bank was robbed, 60 million dollors in cash just dissapeared, no prints, the door never opened....no clues at all....it's a crying shame those cameras inside the vault only turn on when the vault door opens..."The man says before chuckling.
"Now that covers where the money came from I supose now you'll want to know who I am...to answer who you must ask yourself first 'what' I am and 'what' are you....and from your current standing you'll find nothing partaining to that particular question.......so now let me answer your question with one of my own....do you realy want to know...'who'...I am?" the man says his voice continiuing in a steady phrase, and never once changing tone or pitch.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 27, 2008 20:27:37 GMT -5
"That was you?" Craig asked disbelieving before shoving the money deep into his pocket. She ignored him, raising her hand for him to stay silent before placing it back on the strangers arm.
"You're right, I really don't care 'who' you are." She faked a laugh as if his speech had in some way been amusing to her. "Can I at least have a name then?"
She reached around him to touch the clipping in his hand. "To put with the deed. What fine skills you must posses."
"They did give you a name, didn't they?" She said in a lower tone, impossible to overhear. "Or have you made up a new one for yourself?"
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 27, 2008 20:34:41 GMT -5
"I was a combat model....so no I wasn't given a name, only after ready some books did I formulate a name...."The man says turning slowly.
"You may call me King for now...."He says as his solid crimson red irises beam down apon them both, they burned like two embers from within the darkness of his shadowed hood.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 27, 2008 21:21:57 GMT -5
"Then I suppose you can call me Val." She said, staring back at him unflinching.
"Hey... uh... permission to speak?" He asked confused. He looked quickly between the two of them before his eyes went to rest on the bag again.
"What?"
"We still got's an appointment... and you know he doesn't like to be kept waitin'." He said cautiously, afraid he might say the wrong thing. To tell her what to do was dangerous.
"He can wait. He has no choice." She said sharply. Her tone made him look down again, and shift through his pockets. There was silence for a moment before a new voice called from the distance.
"Hey Boss!" The person called out of breath. He was wearing camo pants with heavy looking chains dangling all over. No shirt and blond hair long around his face, hiding all but his nose piercings and a thin smile. He looked up and waved to King. "Whose the new guy?" He asked leaning toward Craig in a way that was probably meant to be discrete but the discrepancy in height made it all too obvious.
He nudged him hard in the side. "Mind your own Xanthus."
"Right, well when you didn't meet up I came looking for you. We going to rock this mother or not?" He called rather loudly even though they were standing only a few feet away.
Val started to take a step toward them when she froze. She smiled. "I thought we could ask our new friend here to help. After all, he does seem to be proficient in the kind of work we do." She turned to look at him over her shoulder. "It could be interesting, and I promise you there will be something in it for you too."
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