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[size=3]Azriath looked out the window, using his jacket sleeve to wipe at the grim that had started to gather on the old glass. The weather had degraded from its cloudy appearance to torrential downpour and was now just a mild rain, but it would pick up again as it always did. Being higher altitude, closer to the mountain range that when the sun was seen, created a great shadow to envelope everything below it, giving credence to the name of ShadowsTomb. He watched the water splash as it hit the harder surfaces, the puddles it created and the sound of it hitting their home. He let his own memories surface for just a few moments, going back to a childhood in a much warmer place, where the rain didnâ??t fall often. But when it did, he liked to put on his jacket and walk in the rain, taking his time as he felt energy invigorate him to push on with his day and sometimes with his life. He quickly pushed the memories away once more, time was not on their side and they needed to start getting everything in order. He pushed off from the wall, turning mid way through and started walking, making a few stops at every intersection to check the scratched symbols in the frame work.[/size] [size=3]It had taken a lot of time, and many hands to make sure each path way was properly inscribed. The symbols were a simpler form of the same ones they used against the Thinners themselves. These ones designed to promote misdirection and in other areas barriers that could slow the Thinners down long enough to mount a proper offense. It had taken a Thinner attack to show them how little they had actually prepared for their arrival, and took several dead for them to know that they were all far from safe even with the barriers. Azriath was just pleased that everyone knew these symbols, knew the order they belonged in to protect themselves, it was enough for now to keep them alive just a bit longer. He moved on quickly, passing through the hallways until he reached the wooden plank that bared the door to his room. He pushed it aside and walked in, quickly going for the few items he would need for his own sake really. Quickly grabbing his Tac Tool and sliding it into the holster wrapped around is leg he then walked over to the far corner of his room, kneeling down and pushing on a piece of wall that gave way.[/size] [size=3]Sliding it out of the way he reach in and pulled out a small chest, setting it down he opened the lid and pulled out some objects, one was a pentacle necklace that he quickly put on. A coin that was about the size of a penny, but was made of bronze and on one side had a skull with the lower mandible missing and tentacles spreading from the skull. The other side is a triangular pattern that overlaps over itself in a swirling shape, pocketing the coin he reached further in and pulled up a black cloth wrapped around something. He kept the object wrapped and tucked it into his waist band before closing the chest and stashing it back into the wall. He rose from his place and hastily slid the piece of wood to cover his doorway, turning quickly he rushed through the halls once more, almost running as he finally reached the pair of double doors that served as the entrance to the meeting hall. He pushed open one of the doors and let his eyes look around the large addition they had created from this room. The roof was vaulted here, and the room was wide giving it all the feeling of one of those courts of the Middle Ages. The makeshift bleachers they had created allowed for everyone in the chapter to witness and participate in the dealings. Azriath let his hands fall to his sides as he calmly walked toward the center of the chambers, he let his gaze shift about and seeing all the faces he knew so well at this point. Even the newest recruits he knew well enough to point them out of the crowd, being one of the Name Bearers made them all familiar.[/size] [size=3][b]â??Iâ??m glad you could finally join us, brother Azriath.â?[/b] The condescending tone was easy to pick up on, he looked to the source of the voice, though he truly didnâ??t need to look at him. The man was, in Azriaths opinion, and over sized moron who had the capability of a house broken puppy. Azriath kept his hard expression on, his eyes focused on man as he came clearer into view now. His oiled back black hair gleaming slightly in the ambient light of the cloud ridden day, his leather vest showcasing all of the muscles he had worked hard to crate for his image. But the one feature Azriath would have personally loved to tear from him was his constantly smug face; no matter the situation he held that face. The name he had chosen before forgetting his life was appropriate for his current style.[/size] [size=3][b]â??Brother Adonis, you shouldnâ??t speak out of turn. I wouldnâ??t want you to get swatted with a newspaper now.â? [/b]He saw the slight muscle twitch; a club at Adonisâ?? waist was ready for anything and he could see he was ready to go for it.[/size] [size=3][b]â??Enough.â?[/b] The command boomed through the room, the voice coming from the chair that rest in the middle of the room, behind the duel tables angled at either side of the chair.. The chair having a high back, the top of the back having been sheared off almost a decade ago, the cushion having fallen apart in both the back and the actual seat. Attempts had been made to refurnish the chair itself, try to bring it back its former glory, but their leader had decreed it would remain the same. To be a constant reminder that leadership was meant to be comfortable, it was a burden you took upon yourself to make sure no one else dealt with the same burden. Azriath looked to the man who leaned forward, his fingers inter locked as he looked at two before him.[/size] [b][size=3]â??Apologize Magistrate, I didnâ??t come here to fight.â?[/size][/b] [size=3][b]â??Yes, I know. We all gathered here so we could decided what shall be done with our Chapter next. The council members and I are ready to hear your ideas, Name Bearer.â?[/b] Azriath bowed his head then, looking to both the Magistrate and the rest of the council members. He knew how the system worked, the council changed with each meeting, new faces always sitting in the seats of the council to give it new ideas and fresh perspectives. It, however, made it challenging for the speaker as they were not always familiar with what the council agreed with. It made the meeting and the verdict fair, in Azriaths mind, and it gave every single person a voice in these preceding. Only two seats on the council were permanent, both of those were reserved for the Name Bearers. But since one Name Bearer was speaking, only one seat was filled and one had been removed from the council for the time being. Azriath let his body relax, but kept his hard look to maintain the air about the Name Bearers, and to make sure everyone knew how grave their situation could become.[/size] [size=3][b]â??Magistrate, council members, brothers and sisters of the Forgotten I come to you today in our time of the most need. We, as the Forgotten have one duty here, our duty and an honor is to be the defense against the biggest threat humans kind has ever seen. We stand against the Thinners and win every time!â?[/b] The crowd in the bleachers let out a load cheer, the pounding of feet and the raised fists in triumphant was always a good sign for any speaker. Magistrate held up his hand and the crowd went silent once more as he adjusted in his seat.[/size] [size=3][b]â??We donâ??t need any fancy speeches or pep talk for our brothers and sisters. We just want to hear what you have to say Name Bearer.â?[/b] Azriath nodded to him once more.[/size] [b][size=3]â??Very well, I will get to the point then. Our Chapter is in need of new recruits, we need more Forgotten to build our numbers. We need to be prepared for the Thinners to return.â?[/size][/b] [size=3][b]â??We havenâ??t seen Thinners in almost two years, what danger are they to us anymore?â?[/b] He heard Adonis say, standing beside the Magistrate as his muscle. The Magistrate turned his gaze to his guard and Adonis shied away as he averted his eyes to the ground. But his words had been enough to build murmurs within the council and the crowd of Forgotten, Azriath kept himself calm as he pushed forward.[/size] [size=3][b]â??The Thinners are always a threat to us, no matter how long they wait, no matter how long they hide from us. When we all took our oaths, we made a lifetime commitment, for some of us it has been years, for others they are not so fortunate. We have lost each other to Thinners, training accidents, construction, and we even had a murder in our hands.â?[/b] He let it soak in just a little before continuing, letting his passion show on his face now.[/size] [size=3][b]â??Shame on any and all of you who say the Thinners are no longer a threat, those gates arenâ??t closed. Those doorways are always present and until we figure out how to close those rifts in our world, they will always be able to come to our world at any time. And because of this threat, I go beyond just suggesting this, I demand we go out and recruit more people for our cause!â?[/b] Silence followed as he looked around at all the eyes staring at him, he could see Talos in the crowd staring at him intently. It wasnâ??t often when they saw Azriath express his true feelings, but it was always enough to make everyone remember why they were there. Azriath looked back to the council, some had the same look as the crowd, and others maintained their composure. Magistrate was as calm as anyone, having to remain as objective as possible to consider as many options as possible.[/size] [size=3][b]â??Council members, what do you each of you think?â?[/b] Magistrate said before changing his gaze to the mixed group of men and women, Hawk looking to his fellow Name Bearer with a reassuring nod.[/size] [size=3][b]â??We need time to consider the options, Leader. If you would just give us a fe-â??[/b] He was instantly cut off when Magistrate rose from his chair, the ambient sun light showing off his short brown hair with tufts of blond through it, the dark brown eyes that conveyed a hardness that came with being a seasoned enough leader. His all black clothing giving off an intimidating effect, the leather chest piece he wore, something he had created with his own two hands; reflected some of that dull shine, his black cloak having been pushed over his shoulders now.[/size] [size=3][b]â??This is not a time to deliberate; we do not need and unanimous agreement on this subject. What are your thoughts?â?[/b] His tone was commanding, and everyone knew what was to be done. Azriath had identified the voice of the council member as Cage, he was always a careful man, and being pushed into a decision would more than likely give Azriath a negative answer.[/size] [size=3][b]â??I say No, we need more time to make a plan.â? [/b][i]As expected[/i], Azriath thought to himself.[/size] [size=3][b]â??No.â?[/b] Another member said.[/size] [size=3][b]â??Yes, we need more fighters.â?[/b] Hawk said as he stood up, Azriath simply looked at him, conveying nothing to his fellow Name Bearer.[/size] [size=3][b]â??I vote yes, the Thinners will return.â?[/b] Another member voted in favor, Azriath knew there were three more votes to go. Two council members and then the Magistrates vote.[/size] [size=3][b]â??No.â?[/b] He saw a head shake, his heart beat a little faster then. Waiting on the last council member, he went by the name of Shade. Is whole name was Shady mc Shaderson II, even though he was the one and only person to take that name. He had a history of doing things that contradicted the popular vote purely to be an annoyance, other times he went along with it as a way to sneak into favor. He had a rat like quality to him that made most people quiver; Azriath treated him as he did everyone, with cold indifference.[/size] [b][size=3]â??Hmmmm, now which way should I go on this one? I mean so many choices and so little time, if I had a little incentive it might make my decision easier.â?[/size][/b] [size=3][b]â??You will decide on your own thoughts and merits, decided now or face expulsion.â?[/b] Eyes went to Magistrate then, his threat bearing plenty of weight as only one person in the Chapters history had been expelled from the Forgotten. A person they no longer thought about only whispered about to one another from time to time. Shade bowed his head then.[/size] [size=3][b]â??Very well sir, I vote yes then.â?[/b] Cage spoke up quickly then.[/size] [b][size=3]â??We are deadlocked sir, we cannot move forward with Azriaths plan.â?[/size][/b] [size=3][b]â??You forget my vote Cage, the cause is worthy in my mind. I vote yes. And with my words, the proposal passes and shall move on from this.â? [/b]Magistrate stared down Cage, his gaze unwavering as the other back down.[/size] [size=3][b]â??This council is dismissed; we will send out a small troop to recruit form the nearby towns. We will only take volunteers and any â??criminalsâ?? they havenâ??t executed. As this is your proposal Azriath, you will be the lead on this one. Hawk will go with you as well, and any who wish to join or Azriath picks for the recruitment.â?[/b] The room was ablaze with noise as everyone cleared out, some going back to their choirs, others suiting up for the trek ahead in hopes of either being chosen or allowed to go. Azriath simply looked to Magistrate once more, the exchange simple and without any motion before Azriath turned away, walking alone once more.[/size] Alright everyone, things are a bit heated in the Chapter. The Chapter is diminishing and we need more people, our first task is to gather others to our cause. First post, go ahead and just post about your thoughts and your preparations, now go crazy kids.

Hey! So, basically, I've been writing a book for about 5 or 6 years now, and I've got horrible writers block and I RP has always been my refuge in times of writing trouble. So, here we go. The HOPE Project is set in England somewhere around 2900, when being a celebrity has been outlawed, medical care is paid for by the doctors and the Government lives 10,000 feet in the air to keep themselves safe. The populace has become nocturnal, because the damaged ozone layer and inner city pollution bathes the city in smog during the day. A branch of the police force known as The HOPE Project has ultimate power on the ground, and you don't want to get on the wrong side of them. They usually act with more than necessary force and extreme prejudice. If they take you away, you aren't coming back. The narrative begins with two runaways making their way to the port to get out of Old City (what we call London). I don't want to give too much away, but those parts are up for grabs, and I'll talk more to whoever goes for them and as there's a bit of flexibility in terms of plot progression I'm more than happy to discuss ideas - nothing is set in stone! Their best bet upon arrival is to join a ship of drug traffickers. These guys are not smuggling coke or heroin, they deal in medicines; in 2799 a law was passed requiring all medical staff to fund their own training and supplies so that the general population could afford healthcare. As such only the rich or the well-funded can afford to practice medicine, and basic pills and solutions are sold and traded on the black market. While the clients are upmarket, the drug dealers are often not. They are mavericks, and there are often bloody fights between rival ships to keep their cashflow going. In a world where your identity number is tattooed into your skin at birth, they all use codenames and keep their identity secret from everyone, even their own shipmates. One of the most revered ships is the Aguamala, specialising in poisons and anaesthetics and captained by Morph Crow, a 25 year old woman with more piercings than digits and a foul temper to match. This just happens to be the ship on which our runaways find themselves. In terms of parts, I'm looking for two people to play the runaways, and a ship's crew. I'll give you their code names, and you can work out backstories if you like, or I can give you a little help. A few have minor bits of plot attached to them already, and some will require heavier involvement than others, so you can bear that in mind if and when it comes time to looking into auditions and all that jazz. So, without further ado, here's a chunk of introduction to have a read of, if you'd like. Feel free to comment or PM me - I'm breezy! x [font=georgia,serif]The streets of Old City were slowly being bathed in a sickly, penetrating light the colour of arsenic gas as the sun began to rise upon what was once called London. Old Cityâ??s inhabitants were gathering up their belongings and herding their children and animals back into their houses, turning on their gas locks and monodio extractors and staying quiet. That is to say that the [i]sensible[/i] Old Citizens were. At this time in the day, only those who were powerful, stupid or desperate wandered around in the thickening fog.[/font] [font=georgia,serif]Two figures dressed in dark trench coats, black boots and respirators walked down the street in silence. Their coats and boots were made of synth-leather. The coats had an insignia emblazoned on the backs and lapels so that nobody could be ignorant of the fact that these men were powerful men. The words â??The Hope Projectâ? were written across the symbol. All children asked their parents what the symbol of Hope meant. There were varying theories about what it stood for, but the generally accepted idea was that the scarlet background was the blazing sun and that the grey crescent was the moon, â??Because,â? as parents would say, scooping their children into a hug, â??thatâ??s really all any of us want, isnâ??t it? To be able to see the sun and the moon again.â? The children would have no choice but to nod, because their mother or father would always seem sad somehow but the children of this generation could not understand. They had never seen the sun or moon; they did not know what they were missing.[/font] [font=georgia,serif]When the pair had passed two more figures emerged from the shadows - a man and a woman, each carrying a section of jagged metal piping in one hand and a handkerchief firmly pressed again their mouths in the other, as if it would help. They both crept, silently, until they were each behind a Hope officer and - the woman taking a signal from the man - hit the patrollers over the head with the piping in a simultaneous movement. The soldier who was hit by the man was easily incapacitated. The one hit by the woman was less easily beaten, having a smaller brain and a thicker skull, but the woman was determined. The man staggered slightly and turned just before the woman dropped her hand from her mouth and swung for the man with both hands on the pipe. It hit him across the top of the face and sent him backwards onto the ground. He lay there, motionless. â??Beatrixx, you could have killed him!â? the man said, rushing forward and checking the unconscious soldierâ??s pulse. The woman, Beatrixx, sighed.[/font] [font=georgia,serif]â??Who cares, Finn? I was more worried about smashing the respirator and heâ??s going to die when we take that anyway.â? Finn looked at Beatrixx and took a deep, exasperated breath of smoggy yellow air before coughing it back out again.[/font] [font=georgia,serif]â??Ok, fair point. We should get them inside.â?[/font] [font=georgia,serif]â??Finn! No, youâ??re wasting time,â? Beatrixx protested, but Finn had already dragged the two men, both bleeding, by their collars to a house and banged hard on the door.[/font] [font=georgia,serif]â??Hope!â? He barked and the door flew open with a hiss of the air locks. He took the boots, coats and respirators from the pair and pushed them inside. A man on the inside looked at Finn and shook his head, mouthing in the absence of words to protest with. Beatrixx pushed past him dragging the two men by their collars. She nodded in greeting to a woman standing on the stair in a thin flannel dressing-gown who looked decidedly harried. [/font] [font=georgia,serif]â??And what do we say when more Hope men turn up at my door, huh, with their guns?â? hissed the woman at Beatrixx, her accent typical Old City, heavy â??Hâ? sounds and half-gulped â??Gâ?s.[/font] [font=georgia,serif]â??You say there were ten or twelve of us. And we were huge. And we had cannons,â? Beatrixx growled, grunting with the effort of lugging the unconscious men over the threshold, while Finn stared the man down, daring him to argue. The man pointed out to the street at a series of sweepcams that swung rapidly from side to side and sent pictures to Hope Headquarters in the centre of New City.[/font] [font=georgia,serif]â??And what happens when they check the video feed?â? the man said, getting a little frantic. Beatrixx laughed derisively.[/font] [font=georgia,serif]â??You reckon if those pieces of junk were sending live footage Iâ??d still be standing here talking to you? We looped the feeds about twenty minutes ago. They wonâ??t know whatâ??s happened until they realise the times were wrong and then you could tell them a real elephant walked down the street and they wouldnâ??t be any the wiser!â? By now the burning vapour of Old City was starting to sting Finnâ??s eyes and throat. He strapped a respirator onto his face, tossed the other to Beatrixx (who caught it effortlessly) and closed the door to the manâ??s home. The pneumatic hiss of the air locks told Finn that the soldiers were safe. He threw the smaller coat and boots to Beatrixx, who shrugged them on, before turning to his own set of stolen clothing.[/font] [font=georgia,serif]â??This should get us through the gates into the port no trouble, right?â? the woman said, her voice sounding broken, like she was speaking through a fan.[/font] [font=georgia,serif]â??Yes,â? Finn said, though he wasnâ??t sure, but this had been his idea, his plan. He was the foundation of this scheme, and he was damned if he was going to let it all go. â??Yes,â? he said again, putting a hand on her shoulder. â??No trouble, B, no trouble at all.â? They took off at a considerable pace, putting as much distance between themselves and the house (with the men theyâ??d attacked inside) as possible.[/font] [font=georgia,serif]â??And when did you loop the video feeds?â? Finn asked, as they walked along, â??Stroke of genius, I grant you, but when?â?[/font] [font=georgia,serif]â??I didnâ??t.â? Beatrixx said. The way she said it told Finn that this was the end of the conversation.[/font] [font=georgia,serif]The tawny haired man and the raven haired woman walked with their collars up and their heads down. Hearing a siren they broke into a run, ducking down a thin alleyway. These people were desperate.[/font] [font=georgia,serif]Behind them in a small Old City house a man and his wife told their children to get back to bed as they asked what the funny men with no shoes were doing in their house â?? and why were they bleeding?[/font] [font=georgia,serif]Somewhere else in Old City a man held a mother in his arms as she sobbed. He looked out of the window at the air which was now opaque and the colour of vomit. He closed the blinds and wiped a tear from the corner of his eye so that it wouldnâ??t ever fall.[/font] [font=georgia,serif]Somewhere, on his own, a small boy pointed weakly at two approaching figures that were running faster than theyâ??d ever run in their lives and cried pathetically, â??Hope!â? The figures ignored the boy, or maybe they just didnâ??t see him. â??Gone,â? the boy gasped, before inhaling a last tiny lungful of heavy air and falling unseen to the ground.[/font]

[color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]The HOPE Project is set in England somewhere around 2900, when being a celebrity has been outlawed, medical care is paid for by the doctors and the Government lives 10,000 feet in the air to keep themselves safe. The populace has become nocturnal, because the damaged ozone layer and inner city pollution bathes the city in smog during the day. A branch of the police force known as The HOPE Project has ultimate power on the ground, and you don't want to get on the wrong side of them. They usually act with more than necessary force and extreme prejudice. If they take you away, you aren't coming back.[/font][/color] [color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]The narrative begins with two runaways making their way to the port to get out of Old City (what we call London). I don't want to give too much away, but those parts are up for grabs, and I'll talk more to whoever goes for them and as there's a bit of flexibility in terms of plot progression I'm more than happy to discuss ideas - nothing is set in stone! Their best bet upon arrival is to join a ship of drug traffickers. These guys are not smuggling coke or heroin, they deal in medicines; in 2799 a law was passed requiring all medical staff to fund their own training and supplies so that the general population could afford healthcare. As such only the rich or the well-funded can afford to practice medicine, and basic pills and solutions are sold and traded on the black market. While the clients are upmarket, the drug dealers are often not. They are mavericks, and there are often bloody fights between rival ships to keep their cashflow going. In a world where your identity number is tattooed into your skin at birth, they all use codenames and keep their identity secret from everyone, even their own shipmates. One of the most revered ships is the Aguamala, specialising in poisons and anaesthetics and captained by Morph Crow, a 25 year old woman with more piercings than digits and a foul temper to match. This just happens to be the ship on which our runaways find themselves.[/font][/color] [color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]In terms of parts, I'm looking for two people to play the runaways, and a ship's crew. I'll give you their code names, and you can work out backstories if you like, or I can give you a little help. A few have minor bits of plot attached to them already, and some will require heavier involvement than others, so bear that in mind.[/font][/color] [u][color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Character list:[/font][/color][/u] [color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Arsenic North (male)â?? English â?? Guns â??nâ?? Ammo â?? 2 years 11 months[/font][/color] [color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Arsenic "Nick" North has been on the Aguamala almost as long as the Captain. He knows the trade, and he knows his weaponry. [/font][/color] [color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Novocaine Tennant (Female) â?? English/French â?? Pilot â?? 1 year [/font][/color] [color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Novocaine "Nova" Tennant is in illegal immigrant, having made her way to England by hiding herself in the Aguamala. When the old pilot was killed in combat she revealed herself to the crew, and took over at the ship's wheel. Morph, despite being angry with the stowaway she was impressed by her skill and agreed to take her on. That and necessity - good pilots are hard to come by and Nova is one of the best.[/font][/color] [color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Cyanide Kitts (Male) â?? African English â?? Hope insider â?? 2 years [/font][/color] [color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Cyanide Kitts knows one of the runaways from way back, when they were both in a state orphanage. Now he works within the HOPE organisation, but is still making his way up the ranks. He usually only meets the crew on docking to feed them pieces of info about the HOPE Project, and to tell them if and when they are being tailed. This is one of the lower-activity characters, so if you don't have a lot of time to devote this would be a good one to run with.[/font][/color] [color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Thalidomide Dann (Female) â?? French/English â?? Navigation â?? 1 year[/font][/color] [color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Thalidomide "Thally" Dann is Nova's cousin, and grew up in England on a trafficking ship. She's the future day equivalent of a river gypsy, knowing all the ways a ship can get out of a rough spot without hitting sat nav check spots. She's got romantic history with Valium Carson, and while she often pretends that nothing ever happened, he still hopes they'll get it together.[/font][/color] [color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Valium Carson (Male) â?? American â?? The muscle â?? 3 years [/font][/color] [color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Valium "Val" Carson is a huge hulk of a man with a skinhead and tattoos, but a very sweet nature towards the crew. He's fiercely protective, particularly of the women on board, and often acts as an intermediary between the slightly aloof Morph and her crew. He still keeps a photo of him and Thally in his bedside drawer, and though he usually seems cheerful, there's a part of him that wonders why she's become so distant from him.[/font][/color] [color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Meanwhile we also have Finn Fiasco-Starr, a doctor from Old City running away with Beatrixx, a code breaker and hacker for the government with a price on her head, running away to save their skins.[/font][/color] [color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]For your auditions, I'd like you to (obviously) state the character you're applying for and a writing sample. I'd really like the writing sample to be at least 200 or so words, and take place on the ship, just to give me a clear idea of what that would be like if you were playing that characters.[/font][/color] [color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]I'm keen to get auditions done and out of the way ASAP because I'm off to Spain for two weeks from Sunday, so I'd really love to have this sorted before them, so I know I'm leaving the RP in safe hands while I'm gone![/font][/color] So[font="helvetica, arial, sans-serif"][color="#282828"], any questions let me know and get auditioning. Really looking forward to reading these.[/color][/font] Asrai [color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]x[/font][/color]

[center][IMG]http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z154/ookami06/Bountiful.jpg[/IMG][/center] We once thought that humans were the only specials intelligent and thriving in our simple solar system, theories of other worlds and life forms have been the center of the entertainment business and scientific theories. How simple things were many millenniaâ??s ago, and now, the fantasy is more than an idea. Itâ??s a reality. In the year 2400, mankind received a communication signal from one of its orbiting probes beyond the outer ring planets. At first ignored due to the possibility of technical malfunction, but then though as fact after more and more signals began to transmit. Soon, Earthâ??s scientists and explorerâ??s traveled towards the strongest source and were astonished at what met them half way. Aliensâ?¦or to us there were, and to them we were. Having finally touched our corner of the galaxy, these aliens returned with the humans to Earth to learn more about their race and how they adapted on a single planet for so many years while leaving the others vacant. In turn, the alien race shared their technology with the human race, advancing their knowledge of the other galaxy systems and aliens that roamed around space seeking new life and spreading their knowledge. That was the first step towards space travel. In the year 3465, most, if not all of Earthâ??s solar system is now inhabited by various creatures and beings from other worlds, mixing and breeding with one another, including humans. But, that came at a most horrid time when peace between the inner and outer planets had failed, pitting one side against the other in a colossal war. The two main factions were the Western Retaliation Front (WRF) and the Eastern Galactic Separatists (EGS). Both sides fought for dominance over Earthâ??s solar system for various resources, such as Mercuryâ??s abundant water supply, Jupiterâ??s natural space fuel mines, to Plutoâ??s telecommunication outpost. A simple voice on each side arose armies which none the like have seen before of all species of the galaxy to fight for their own beliefs and dominance. Earthâ??s current King during those times could no longer be the advocator for both sides and remained neutral, while planet faced off with planet, brothers against brothers in a simple matter of territory and honor. The Great Space war lasted another 2000 years. Until, suddenly, a group of soldiers banded together in secret and wiped out the lead forces of both opposing sides. Freeing its people from further destruction and damnation from the war; and slowly brining the fighting to a standstill until a chance of peace arose from the ashes of battle. It was not long for Earth to finally come from the shadows of silence to offer a peace negotiation between the two opposing forces, and finally bring peace to the planets once more. Eventually, both sides agreed that too much blood has been spilled, and a new treaty was signed to end the great space war once and for all. These warriors of the shadows were brought to light once the war was finished. Skilled fighters, computer hackers, medical officers, military soldiers and even common thiefâ??s gathered together from both sides of the rings boarders to band together and do what they have to, and kill whom they must to make sure peace was brought to light. Humans and aliens alike banded together, sold their souls and made the ultimate sacrifice to ensure safety could be brought to the galaxy once more. Some perished, others survived with stories to tell their children, and always be ready to serve if peace were glooming in the shadows. They were known as the Shadow Soldier Corps (SSC), the King of Earthâ??s last trump card to save what little was left of his kingdom and territory against such rage and hatred. The members of the SSC were never publically named, but they remained ever the ready in case their king calls for them once more. Out of the 50 original Shadow Soldier Corps members from years past, only 3 remain alive, holding the secret of their past, and of their families past. But there are still next of kin sworn into the order by blood, once initiated into the SSC order, they will be forever bound by duty to answer the call when war threatens the very sanctity of peace. The year is 4294â?¦and war between the galaxy now stretching on a thin line, not just between the inner and outer rings of Earth solar system, but whole star systems themselves. Armies are rising to the Westward systems while the Eastern planets gather their war ships and make their treaties. Once more the W.R.F and E.G.S factions have risen for more than Earthâ??s solar system and resources, but for the star systems currently mapped out in the galaxy. The current King of Earth, King Brandon, cannot extend his please any more, for no ear shall listen to his words. Now, as a final desperate chance of hope, the King reaches out for those who answered his call before and fought in the shadows for the side of peaceâ?¦the Shadow Soldier Corps. Little does the King of Earth know; the main reason there are only 3 remaining members alive is for the simple factâ?¦not all of their deaths were simply natural. [center][b]Welcome to Bounty![/b][/center] This will be a Space Aged RPG, one hopefully to be filled with lots of action, adventure and suspense with the story line I have thought of. The year is 4294, and war is around the corner between the vast galaxies that surround Earthâ??s simple solar system. The â??Shadow Soldier Corpsâ? were a band of warriors gathered together from every race and creed to fight alongside Earth and bring peace once more to the galaxy. But with so little left, they must now protect the offspring of former members and recruit new soldiers to their corps with little time on their hands before the war consumes the galaxy. Now, things are at a much grander scale, one star system against another. Expect there to be lots of battles, tension and mysteries. [b]Name:[/b] (Be creative if youâ??re choosing an human or alien) [b]Race[/b]: (Since the alien encounter millenniaâ??s ago, there are a variety of aliens amongst the system. So, be you human, hybrid, Elf of some kind or even a talking cat, youâ??re a type of species in the galaxy.) [b]Background[/b]: (If you are not human, give a background of your species. What planet they hail from, their personality/traits, their habits and what not.) [b]Code Name[/b]: (Because the SSC is unknown to the public, they are known by their code names. Hereâ??s your chance to make your own to protect your characters identity from others. [b]Job[/b]: (What do you do for a living?) [b]Weapon(s): [/b] (What your character is skilled with and carries on their person. Can be a laser blaster, energy sword, simple gun or hand-to-hand combat techniques) [b]Skills[/b]: (What can you bring to the table? By natural abilities or skills learned from work or life. Healer? Sharp Shooter? Part Psychic? Shape Shifter?) I am reserving 2 spots for the original â??Soldiers of the Shadowsâ? for myself and another member, so I will at least need two more. I would like to have about 6-7 members all together, but weâ??ll see whoâ??s interested and what not and go from there. I will make a Backstage thread once more posts are up, and explain the role of the story from there. Happy Posting! ~Shwa [b]For those who were already involved with this RP, please just post the basics of your character, such as name and such. Bio and Background can be summed up, but I remember (personally) remember the main informaiton for each character that has shown up so far in the game. For newcomers, please reply to the information asked in detail.[/b] [b]Thank You![/b]

Sitting on the side of his cot reflecting on his darker thoughts from his run in with Jerico, Hawk kept his eyes shut as he tried to regain his composure, banishing the dark memories of the former criminal, and surprising to Hawk, his own personal convictions and thoughts about the man. He knew it was a mistake in the first place to go through the initiation process with Jerico in the first place, but with little help they had with the lack of Forgotten members, both he and Azriath had little choice in who they brought in. Still, it made the man uneasy, especially with the former criminal in the house with their allies, especially the women. Unfortunately, Maxwell happened to be the youngest female in the group, which was enough concern for the Name Bearer. Hawk shook his head slightly, gripping onto the rails of his cot hard, his knuckles turning white from the tightness of his grasp as the mans bare feet continued to tap down onto the wooden floor of his room. It took a little while, but eventually the thoughts calmed down in the mans head, the dark thoughts vanishing once more into the recesses of his mind as Hawk smiled slightly. The pain from concentrating to calm his thoughts drained the stocky man, it was training he had to conduct on his own ever since he volunteered to become a Forgotten, he wasn't aware about the side effects of his position. Hawk opened his eyes, looking around his broken down room without moving his head, a familiar and somewhat "safe" environment from what he had years ago.... ~[i][b]Seven Years Ago[/b][/i]~ The sound echos of gunfire and battle cries filled the rampant streets as innocent civilians fled for their lives while the Thinners stalked and killed any living human being that came within close enough range. The military blockades held as long as they could, rifles fired relentlessly as soldiers scrambled to make a defensive stance against their enemy. The war being waged was at its peak, thanks to the recently formed group called, "The Forgotten", they managed to find a way to suppress the Thinners to one area with a special talent and somewhat mystical, almost unbelievable form and fashion. One way or another, it was a stepping stone for mankind to have a fighting chance against the creatures that have taken so many lives for so many years, and still continue to do so, but now, the humans had their leverage. Hawk was neither an innocent civilian nor military, he was born a fighter and claimed on his life that he would die as one. Surviving on his own for years with sheer training and honing his skills with his throwing knives, the man was able to stay alive, always moving and picking off his targets tactically and with no mercy. Though he was short and well built in stature, he was no fool to combat and death, coming so close many times when overwhelmed by surprise reinforcements from the Thinners side. Today though, was a day that he aided whoever he could, feeling bold and a new feeling in his body that their many sacrifices and pain would hopefully come to an end with some time. But for now, he would do what he could. The man ran towards the action as civilians panicked and rant he opposite way, Hank's heart pumped to its maximum as he approached the alleyway of the side street. Making a mad dash towards the other side, the man quickly stopped, his bare feet scraping against the pavement, cutting the dead skin in the process. The sting was nothing compared to the surprise he felt when two Thinners appeared from the shadows and stood their ground, making their way towards the small human man. Hawk reacted out of natural instinct and attacked, expertly tossing his throwing knives to each targets many major organs, their screams echoed, almost putting Hawk in a state of numbness until the man tossed more knives into their throats. Once the Thinner's were on the ground lifeless, Hawk slouched over, holding his hands to his knees as the man took deep breaths. "[b]That....was a close one[/b]" The man gasped, but spoke too soon, a Thinner grabbed the smaller human from the back of his neck and tossed his body to the brick wall on the side. Hawk groaned in pain as he looked at his new attacker, grabbing a hidden knife from his side belt and charging with a mighty battle cry. Hours later, the sun sank into the decimated street as the moon rose, the commotion from earlier continued as Hawk held onto his bloody shoulder, breathing for air as the blood from his wounds dripped down his body and onto the cold street below. Moving more towards the commotion until he stopped in his tracks. A taller man in tattered clothes stood in front of him, starting down with eyes of knowledge and experience, yet mystery. The tattoo on his arms clear as day since the man wore a short sleeve tank top with worn down jeans. Both men scanned one another without even moving their eyes, their spirits seemed in sync for a moment, not one effecting the other as what would usually happen in battle to throw the enemy off course. "[b]You're wounded[/b]" Spoke the man. "[b]You're...[/b]" Hawk huffed. "[b]In my....way[/b]" "[b]Are you on a suicide mission?[/b]" The man was quick and to the point, yet no emotion in his words, Hawk had no time for idle chit chat. The man growled a bit through his pain before speaking. "[b]Either get out of my way or you fall too. The choice is yours[/b]" This made the mysterious man laugh sightly, almost mockingly. "[b]I doubt it'll be one you'll agree with, such a shame to you.[/b]" "[b]Listen man. You may have some height on you, but that doesn't mean I can't get on a chair and kick you in the chest.[/b]" Hawk's left hand drew two knives from his side holster and held onto them tightly by the handle. "[b]So, like I said, the choice is yours[/b]". The man lost his smile and took a more serious tone before speaking once more. "[b]Your name[/b]" He said. "[b]What?[/b]" "[b]I asked you for your name[/b]" Hank smirked as he cracked a weak smile. "[b]My name is...[/b]" "[b]Hawk?[/b]" The feminine voice echoes his name several times before bringing the man back from his deep thoughts. It surprised the man for a moment as he looked over to his door to see Heart Breaker, a well known female member of their order, and a popular one, mostly because of her looks. Not to mention, ever since her lover was killed during training, most of the males have tried to court her for some sort of affection, but she was not a simple woman, she was a fighter and cunning. Hawk even caught his fellow Name Bearer Azriath glancing once in a while, but, they had their responsibilities and duty to protect their order. "[b]HeartBreaker! I'm sorry dear...I was just thinking...[/b]" "[b]Yes, I know. I was watching for a minute, your lips were moving while you stared at your wall. You must have been in some deep thought. I heard mumbling[/b]". She was a sharp one, the man had to give her that. "[b]Anyways, I brought you some supper Name Bearer, I've been told to spare no rations for your journey[/b]". Hawk was embarrassed that he didn't even notice the woman holding a small tray of food, steaming with an intoxicating aroma that made the made shiver with delight a little, a real home cooked meal only happened on someones day of birth...which would be a surprise to the fellow members since Azriath and Hawk were the only ones who knew their day of birth. Breaker placed the tray of food next to Hawk, but the man quickly picked it up and set it on his lap. "[b]Please, join me[/b]" He spoke, it caught Breaker by surprise, but she smiled and slowly lowered herself and sat next to the man. Crossing her legs in a delicate manner, and because she was wearing a knee length skirt. Slightly worn down in color and the seems coming undone, Hawk would have imagined it use to be a delicate evening dress one would wear to a fancy dinner or night out to the ballet. The man took the crisp bread and split it in half, offering the other piece to the woman. "[b]Thank you[/b]" She smiled. "[b]Don't mention it dear[/b]" Hawk could see why other men fancied her, she was elegant and very well mannered. During meal time, they had shared local gossip and group moral as of late. For a years time, Hawk had taken the woman under his wing while her lover went for training, and looked after her while she was in mourning after her lover was killed. Both were close, like brother and sister close to one another during these times, which is why Hawk always hated others trying to win her over, internal brotherly instincts always kicked in. "[b]Breaker[/b]" Hawk spoke, she looked over to him, her hair dripping over the side of her face. "[b]Yes Hawk?[/b]" "[b]I want you to come with us on our outing, you've trained enough on your own. You're one of the very few who believes there is still a threat out there. I need someone who will have the courage to fight when needed.[/b]" She was stunned he would even ask such a thing, but if he didn't ask, then he would clearly order her to if she wanted to or not. That wasn't her concern though, she actually thought about going out with them, she just never thought much about it. She looked away for a moment before tucking her strand of hair behind her ear, then looking back at Hawk. "[b]I will Name Bearer. I'll pack my things now[/b]" Hawk nodded as she stood and excused herself. Hawk finished his food and left his room, heading downstairs towards to kitchen to disguard his dishes, he was quickly greeted by Maxwell, who had less than a happy exterior than before. "[b]Something wrong Maxwell?[/b]" "[b]It's...its just not fair Name Bearer...sir[/b]" She almost whispered, taking his tray and going to the sink, the water running already as the soap foam rose up. "[b]Maxwell?[/b]" The atmosphere was a sad one, other members not saying anything as Hawk left the kitchen, a little confused. It was then, Hawk hear a sound he would never have thought to hear in their order's household. Faint, weak, yet full of life behind a closed door. Hank reached for the door handle and slowly opened the door. Inside, Malgus packed their spare clothes and supplies they would need, it seems like they were going in their group, but their faces traced with tried and current tears. Both looked over to the other Name Bearer, but Hawk kept his attention at the bundle being held in Kahlan's harms, then, a small arm reached up and touched her chin, making the woman cry more. "[b]We've already gotten our orders from Azriath sir, we'll be ready to leave in five minutes.[/b]" Malgus tried to hold back his own tears as he continued to pack their belongings for the trip. Hawk could feel multiple presences behind him, the other members of the order trying to view the new life, but Hawk stood back from the doorway and closed the door. "[b]Whoever enters will have to deal with me[/b]" He spoke harshly before turning around, everyone got out of his way as the man made his way towards the entrance, already seeing Maxwell, HeartBreaker and to his dismay, Jerico already packed and waiting. Hawk leaned against the stone wall and thought to himself while he waited for his fellow Name Bearer and other volunteers to join them. ([size=4][b][i]Dear Gods...what have they done?[/i][/b][/size])