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[CENTER]Chapter 1[/CENTER]
[CENTER]Rated M for Violence, Sex, and Language[/CENTER]

[I][COLOR=Black][CENTER]All gods eventually will die. Once they die they become part of the energy of the universe making it stronger. Their universe becomes a new golden land. A land of dreams and light.

Unfortanatly for some, evil controls their universe. When their god dies, war consumes their universe. It becoems a wasteland where a beings dark dreams are granted. Their nightmares.[/CENTER][/COLOR][/I]

[FONT=book antiqua][b][COLOR=darkred]--HISTORY
On the planet Madred, located on the furthest reaches of the universe, a war has consumed this dark world. It's god was an evil being which died almost century ago. When he died, A new age started which became known as the Black Age. The darkness in which the world has come accustomed to grows rapidly.

It is a world where the sun never shines. The black clouds create dispair. The ruins of once great cities have become bases for armies. And warlords like Oburn Blaketh have risen.

A prophecy has arisen by that of the Grand Prophet Kane of the Western Temples. A prophecy that would stengthen the fight in all soldiers. The end of the wars. In his prophecy he speaks of a weapon which could greatly help the army that obtains it. It could even grant it's army victory of the entire conflict and place the fate of the world in that armies hands.

--ARMIES
SEED ARMY:. Blaketh rules the Seed Army. The force which all rebellion forces were formed from. In the beginning Blaketh's army was named the Legion of Roland, who had founded it, in hopes of helping people in need and destroyig evil. Roland handed it over to Blaketh becuase of his age but Blaketh had delussions of fortune and used the legion for his own means. Rebellion within the legion began and smaller armies formed. They eventually named Blaketh's army, the Seed Army.

EXLUPSE UNION:. One of the greatest rebellion armies is the Eclipse Union. It consists of thousands of soldiers. It is led by Haden Sid Revek. This army is favored by the prophets of mostly all the temples in the western world. Revek is in search of the the weapon which Grand Prophet Kane. With it he could create salvation in the universe.

OTHER:. There are many other armies and support for these two armies. Some armies do not support either group and follow their own path. But none are as highly recruited as the two great armies.

--THE TEMPLES

The Temples formed around the beginning of the Black Age. The prophets banded together to represent the quest for salvation. Ten temples were created in each of the main directions of the planet. They provided sanctuary for endangered citizens and homes for the hopeless. From each direction one Grand Prophet exists.

The temples also are holy places where the prophets seek guidance from other gods from different universes. They also hold back the occasional demonic force that enters this unguarded world.

--SIGN UPS

Name:
Age: (Somewhere between 25 and 65)
Organization (Do you belong to the temples, or an army, or a lone citizen)
Class: (The temples go in a progressive order from basic prophet, high prophet, arch prophet, to Grand Prophet)
Description: (Try and get make it fit with the dark depressing war like style of the world at the time)
Background: (Detailed backgrounds would be nice)
Weapon: (Anything simple is okay. No bazooka's or double sided swords)[/COLOR][/B][/FONT]

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I'll post my character in a bit.

[Swordsaint]

Okay then, here be me...

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][B]Name[/B]:[/COLOR] Diune Kaiden
[COLOR=RoyalBlue][B]Age[/B]:[/COLOR] 26
[COLOR=RoyalBlue][B]Organization[/B]:[/COLOR] N/A Freelance soldier
[COLOR=RoyalBlue][B]Class[/B]:[/COLOR] Mercenary

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][B]Description[/B]:[/COLOR] Diune's life has been less then kind to him, all acrossed his body, long pink scars stripe his tall muscled frame. His cold grey eyes, that had at one time sparkled with an innocent, boyish light, now show little more than an icy stare that many recognize from the eyes of a person who's seen great hardship and horrible travesty's, much like the rest of the war torn world. His thin lips never part in anything but a cold remark or a bone chilling warcry promising death to all who stand before the whirlwind of fury that is Diune.
His hair, once long black locks, has been kept cut short, so as to give his adversaries fewer handholds when locked in fierce combat with human and demon foes alike.
Few people ever see him without his long, heavy Poncho, draped around his body, or with his wide brimmed hat. With his every booted step, his chain armor and the cobbled plates of various other armor's clink together, following his steps rythmically
Everything in Diune's life has shaped him into what he is now...

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][B]Background[/B]:[/COLOR] Diune was one of the few born on Madred that was able to grow knowing his parent's love, and live to see it violently torn from this world. His father, Gregor Kaiden, was a former Captain in the Seed Army, before the tryannical reigne of Blaketh. When Blaketh recieved control of the army and began his blood-thirsty rampage acrossed Madred, Gregor retired from the once noble army, settling into the life as Captain of the gaurd in the growing city of Yrtannia, where he met, and eventually married, Diune's mother, Sandra wolfsbane. They lived happily together, more happily than most on Madred, living a simple life. They had little money, a house that was little more than a makeshift shelter, but they had each other, and Diune. They lived this way for fourteen years, Diune learning to protect himself and others from his father, learning how to use sword and spear, dagger and fist, and learning to fend for himself from his loving mother, who taught him how to forage for food, which plants were poisonous, and which would heal wounds. They lived this way for fourteen years...
Until the Seed Army made a swing to the south, seeing the growing city become more and more prosperous with each passing day. The horde of Blaketh seethed forward seeking the blood soaked spoils of their Conquest. Diune's father lead the defense of Yrtannia's great walls, ordering a young Diune to protect his mother if anything should happen to him.
The Yrtannian people defended their city as well as they could, but all for naught, the army of blaketh swarmed over the walls, bashing down the gates, washing all that stood before them like a flood.
Diune stood at the door of his families house, listening to the cries of war turn to the screams of the damned as the Seed army raped, murdered, and plundered the city. His mothered sobbed quietly behind him, he tried to hold back the tears, to hide his own overwhelming fear, kowing surely that he would die.
He jumped back as the door exploded off it's hinges, three black armored figures followed the shower of splinters. Diune heard his mother scream as he rushed forward, locking blades with the leading soldier, beggining a deadly dance of death. Diune stared into the eyes of his foe, they burned with an unholy light, a chaotic bloodlust. He could see his future in his enemies eyes, a future that depicted his long slow end. Diune screamed back denying the fate his opponent foresaw. The other two soldiers chuckled, muttering about how the boy would die slow. Diune spun, whipping his sword about in a deadly whirlwind as his father had taught him, striking seemingly everywhere at once. He feinted with a strike to the head as he stopped suddenly; his opponent went for it. To the surprise of all, Diune drove his blade home, slicing neatly through the black, skull adorned armor, into his side. The figure before him shudderedas he lifted his gauntleted fist, bringing it crashing down into Diune's soft face. The other two soldiers rushed by him, grabbing his screaming mother, pinning her to the table. Diune was hardly aware of the world around him as his blood pooled around his head.
His opponent stepped over to stand above him as he drew Diune's sword from his side. "A little more deeper..." the grating voice sounded from the armored figure before Diune's blurring vision, "and this might've been something serious." With a single mighty yank, he hauled Diune from the floor, forcing him to watch as the other two raped his mother. The man chuckled as he picked up a length of strong rope, tying Diune by his hands and haning him from the Ceiling.
"A fine blade..." the soldier said, never removing his helmet, running his hand down the shining metal. He whipped it about teasingly at Diune at first, then suddenly the blade became a blur, a blur that sliced into Diune's flesh. Diune screamed in pain, he felt his warm blood flow freely down his ribs. The soldier circled around, slicing into Diune's back, time after time. He left Diune hanging there, diced to bloody ribbons.He turned to regard Diune's mother, she still struggled against the other two that pinned her. The man with Diune's sword started a low growl, lifting the weapon above his head, he swung. To Diune, eternity seemd to pass in that stroke, the blade seemed to take forever to fall. A sudden, resounding thud coursed through the house as Sandra Kaiden's screams sounded no more. Diune Screamed out in such rage, pain and hate the likes of wich he never would've ever beleived possible. The soldier truned from his mother's decapitated corpse, his eyes brightening in appreciation.
"That's right..." he hissed "Hate me, fear me. Let it flow through your entire being and when it comes time use it!" He hefted the blade again "That is...should you survive." He swung once, neatly cutting the ropes, dropping Diune to the floor. The three Seed soldiers left, leaving the bloody mess of what was once, a happy family.

ever since that fatefull event, Diune has existed as a mercenary, selling his sword arm to the highest bidder, all except the Seed Army. He's survived for twelve years in a proffesion that doesn't forgive the slightest error, and he's not about to go soft for anyone...but can a man's heart truely keep itself closed forever?

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][B]Weapon[/B]:[/COLOR] Although Diune's life has dictated his mastery of various weapons out of necessity, his battle powress shines like the brightest star when he wields His Sword.

[COLOR=Navy][B]What was Lost-[/B] [/COLOR] The very sword used to spill Diune's blood, and to murder his mother, has been engraved with his mother and father's names, and the name of the city were Diune was born and raised. A constant reminder to diune of why he avoids emotional contact with others.
The finely crafted blade had once sparkled with a brilliance as great as the love Diune had once felt for his parent's, but since there murder at the hands of the seed army, it's luster has dimmed considerably. It's edge remains as sharp as Diune's Keen hatred for Blaketh's army, and the tassels that stream from the hilt of the fine weapon were once white like fresh fallen snow, are now stained red, red with the blood of those unfortunate enough to be the target of Diune's rath.

[COLOR=Navy][B]Pistol "Charon "[/B] :[/COLOR] Though Diune prefers to charge through the fray, his sword whipping about in deadly arcs, he quickly came to realize the value of a fire arm. Life ain't fair, and neither is this bloody, on going war...
This black pistol, has had several mdifications made to it, most notably the blade that runs underneath the gun, extending 3 inches past the barrel. The fifteen round magazine of the heavy pistol carries special rounds. Rounds that explode on impact, something Diune's found usefull for his more heavily armored opponents. Carved into the side of the gun is the Word "Charon" one of the many names for the Angel of death, on the other side of th pistol is the phrase: "Death comes for all, You just happened to be next..."

I had to add more...I couldn't resist...

[Box Hoy]

Dude, that was amazing. *clap*. You are definetly in!

Name: Shea Mauro
Age: 29
Organization: Eclipse Union
Class: Basic Soldier
Description: Shea's black hair droops down to about the edge of nose. Over his head he wears a black beanie. His skin has become a nearly ghost like pale. His eyes a dark shade of blue. His height is about 6' and his weight 135 lbs from lack of food. Shea wears a ripped long sleeve dark gray shirt underneath a lighter shade of gray jacket which comes down to about his thighs. The jacket is made of a fine cloth and has two long pockets to the sides. His jacket's sleeves come past Shea's knuckles. Near the chest of the jacket is his name sown in. He wears a worn pair of black gloves. His pants are dark shade of camo. He wears a pair of dirty military boots.
Shea is a confident soldier, ready to do anything to prove himself in battle. His accuracy at gunning is top notch but his close range battle is off.
Background: Shea was born in the slums of the ruined city of Lone Pine. He was brought up by an orphanage with tons of money problems.
Shea decided to leave at the age of 13. It was easy to leave for him becuase he had never liked the place and had never had any friends. He lived on the streets. He experienced a mugging at least twice a week. The city of Lone Pine wasn't very prosperous.
Eventually Shea found out how to survive without the streets. He found an abandoned building that was now being used as a gang base. Within it he was able to get in and out of the basement of the building through the ally behind the street in a window the was level with the street. It was the perfect size to fit in and out of. The one and only exit from within the basement to the upper parts of the building was unable to be moved. Shea packed up some of the rubble from within the basement to block it from his side of the door.
This became Shea's base for the next couple of years. He found food by checking the overflowing dumpster on the other side of the building which was only on occasions emptyed and taken away.
Shea never found the need to leave his base except for supplies. He gained a ratty mattress from the dumpster as well and blankets by stealing from the houses in the neighborhood around this building.
Eventually the Seed Army came to Lone Pine and raveged. Shea escaped the now burning building and stole one of this gang's hover bikes. He escaped the city luckily unharmed.
He travelled the outscirts for days and finally fainted. He awoke within the Eclipse Union base miles away from Lone Pine. Shea recovered and in a matter of days, joined the Union.
Weapon(s): Shea carries a sawed off shot gun and a two silencers.

[ArunueShekamari]

[font=Book Antiqua][color=#8b0000][font=Century Gothic][color=gray][b]Name: [/b]Ichiro Kanawaza
[b]Age: [/b]36
[b]Organization: [/b]N/A
[b]Class:[/b] N/A
[b]Description: [/b][url="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/ArunueS/47ecb763.jpg"][b]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/ArunueS/47ecb763.jpg[/b][/url]
[b]Background: [/b]Ichihiro has no recolection before the age of 7. He was just a random child, mute, and walking the streets with no where to go. He was taken in by an old man when he was 8 and lived there untill he was 14, when the man passed away, but by then, Ichiro had matured and prepaired himself to be alone. [/color][/font][/color][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][color=#808080]Ichiro never had a set home after that. He just wandered aimlessly, avoiding conflict. Most of his time was spent simply walking or resting silently. He never thought much, he basically kept his mind clear. Although a few shattered memories lingered in his mind. One was the sound of his voice. He couldn't speak, but had a feeling he could when he was young. [/color][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][color=#808080]Ichiro despised the military, though. Out of what little he'd heard from conversing people he stumbed apon, the military was the only thing he could conjure up a feeling for; a feeling of hate. He didn't know why he hated the military so, but he had gotten plenty of recruting offers and turned all down. [/color][/font][font=Book Antiqua][color=#8b0000][font=Century Gothic][color=gray]
[b]Weapon: H[/b]is hands, a simple glock 17 and anything he might come across along the way.[/color][/font][/color][/font]


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