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[FONT=Georgia][COLOR=DimGray]Bleak, barren wasteland. Under the watchfull eye of the sun for four months, but colder than the depths. For centuries, millenia, the only unindiginous life that thrived in this desert of ice were the Iltarkan people. 'One with the ice' the northerners call them. [I]However majestic they are said to be, that does not excuse the fact they are primitive. I will not tolerate such tribal behavior in my domain.
Are you listening Tracker?[/I][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray]Johnson snapped to attention, "Yessir." Her soft green eyes focused back on her elder, relunctant to leave the snowy scene in front of her. Cold blue eyes narrowed as Telman turned back to the window.

"You will bring them to me. Use whatever means you like." He glared at the young tracker, "I would prefer them alive." The older man pulled a string as he turned away and the shudders snapped shut. "However, a few... casualties is understood." He glanced at Johnson again to make sure she was listening. "My colleagues tell me you have some experience in the tundra." Johnson nodded when Telman looked at her again. "Good."


It was snowing again. Semei clutched his ragged clothing around his body, glowing eyes scanning the horizon for shelter. Abandoned by his clan, there was no one to give him warmth.
Semei trudged the long path beside the cliffside the Iltarkans called Shepmai. The winds, at least, were scarce. The lone Iltarkan's bright eyes caught a cave carved into the ice. With promise of a shelter from the blistering cold, he bolted for it.
At the opening, Semei stopped and peered within. Something lay on the ice at the far end. Dropping down on all fours, the curious arctic native crawled slowly and carefully towards the thing. Orange eyes alight, he nudged it with a finger. The mass of cloth and animal skins did nothing but sit there. Quickly, Semei glanced around the cavern - there wasn't a soul.
Eager for more warmth, he grabbed the wad of clothing, planning to curl up in it. A rush of air, and a knife point was at the Iltarkan's throat. He froze, his right hand on the bone dagger at his waist.
"Alright Ice Man," Johnson grinned as she threw Semei's knife away, "time for a little trip." A second later, everything was dark to Semei.


"I thought you did the proceedure in complete solitude."
Telman glared at his younger counterpart. "The Iltarkans cannot see through glass, Mister Ferran. I assure you, it is in complete isolation." He nodded to a guard, who in turn nodded to an operator. " 'It', Mr. Telman? I was under the impression Iltarkans were human." Telman did not comment.
Within a metal chamber, a spiked tower in each corner, a young Iltarkan male crouched low to the ground. He was confused, wary. His glowing eyes passed over the unhidden window into the outer chambers without noticing it. Slowly, he advanced toward the center of the room.
Outside, the operator lay his hands on the reciever, which began to glow with his living spirit. Within, the four towers began to glow as well, and the young Iltarkan halted his cautious advance. The glow increased in intensity, and he clutched his chest. It got brighter still, and he cried out. Within thirty seconds, he was on the floor, hands covering his eyes in a futile attempt to stop the burning. Crimson steam arose from cracks between his fingers and palms, quickly disappating into the air. When it was all over, and the room returned to normal, the Iltarkan boy lay in the center of the room, eyes clenched shut, curled in a ball. Guards opened the hatchway and proceeded within, ready to drag the boy away. When they approached, he screamed and flailed. The guards fought to control him, but instinct drove away any reason within him.
Ferran caught a glimpse of the native's eyes: once alive with light, they were now cold and black. "What does this accomplish Telman?"
"His eyesight will return in due time, more.... naturally. We simply get rid of their primitive features." Telman still stared unmovingly at the desperate scene before them.
"You plan to wring all the life out of them..." Ferran said, barely audible.
"Johnson should be arriving with another in a day or two."
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[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Basically, we've got the Iltarkans, who have lived and thrived in the arctic regions for many generation, even adapting different features than most humans. Now, Telman and his political power intend to get rid of all the Iltarkan features so they can 'civilize' the area. Bad news for Mr. Ice man. In a way, Telman is weeding out the bad stock from his perfect generation.
There will be a few parts that will have to be played, and a more detailed history of the Iltarkans and Telman should be up in the Underground by Tuesday. If you have any questions before then, you know where to find me.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo]Iltarkan Basics: A race of people built for the ice, they are often seen as being primitive and tribal. The Iltarkan people are truly remarkable, and mroe civilized than most believe. Their society functions on a clan heirarchy, with a strong sense of brotherhood between most clansmen. The most striking feature of an Iltarkan is his/her eyes. They see light differently than other humans, and their eyes glow with life. The colors can range from orange and purple irises to blue and green whites (white section of the eye). Their language is very detailed and descriptive, but is not recognized as such due to lack of study on behalf of other humans.

Character Listings:

[U]Gregory Telman [/U] - Powerfull political leader and subtle oppressor. Age 49.
[U]James Ferran[/U] - Head of a rival party, and oversees much of Telman's work (when in truth, he is of a lower 'rank' than Telman.). Age 32.
[U]Catalina Johnson[/U] - An experienced tracker and assassin, currently enlisted by Telman to capture Iltarkans. (Her loyalty to Telman is questionable.) Age 23.
[U]Semei Ui'getho[/U] - An Iltarkan of the Ui'getho clan. Abandoned for unknowns reasons and captured by Johnson. Age 19.

Sign-ups will go as followed:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Description: Pictures accepted is reasonable. (If clothing is odd, provide description of clothing.)
Job/Purpose: What their role is.
Side Notes: Abilities, persona, fears, etc. Prefered but optional.

To reserve a place, PM me. My own sign-up will be up later. (I will be playing Semei)

[B]Also note[/B] that there will be [U]no[/U] [I]guns or firearms [/I]in this RP. All complex machines are powered by a human life source.[/COLOR][/FONT]