Sign Up Loyalty and Power. [M-VSL.]

[Engel]

[color=#c64040][size=1][b][i]Loyalty and Power. [M-VSL.][/i][/b]

[i]Part One.: [b]War.[/i][/b]

For years, humankind has fought and killed each other. This has been tradition, almost an animalistic right. Mankind has been inventing new things, and they claim, "It's for the good of the human race." But what else has advanced so far, but the weapons of which these wars start? Nothing. What kind of rage could drive a man to build bigger, better weapons to just kill each other? The kind that is inspired by revenge, love, hate, and most of all, fear of the unknown.

1930-1946. The sixteen years of the most destuctive war this world has ever seen. The massacre of over six million Jewish people alone, and the war casualities. Broken hearts and broken bones, and the blood of the innocent on the hands of everyone. The world begins to rebuild itself up from this, and shake off the mantle of the dead. Things go well until nearly sixty years later.

2000-2006. The war in Iraq. The center of attention. Starting off with the proclamation of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, and later scorned. Protesters start up, their cries going unanswered by the President of the United States. Saddamn Hussein is taken into custody, and the militants still attack. Eventually, this ends with the assassination and dismemberment of President George Bush and his Cabinent, dismantled bodies strung across the lawn of the White House like some sort of sick decorations.

2012. The Year of Regret. Nuclear war has been declared by Korea upon the rest of the world, and eventually, they get their way. So many deaths that it isn't fathomable. However, nuclear effects have changed the face of Humanity. It started as a singularity. The enlargement of the canine teeth and fingernails, and the narrowing of the eyes. Increased night vision and speed, along with strength. His name was Estramus Johnson. A normal man with a normal life, working a white collar job. However, he couldn't ignore the new changes of his body. His lanky form was refined into something that women would adore and bodybuilders could only dream of.

2028. The Age of the New. War has been non-existant. It seems like the world has finally learned it's lession. Advancements in music and the arts have been great. The only kind of fighting is seen in books or video games, or the practice of swordplay and such. Any type of gun has been nearly wiped off the face of earth, and most are now collector's items instead of actual weapons. The genetic difference of Estramus Johnson has spread outwards, changing the lives of many people. We've come to call these things [i]Venoxi.[/i] Most of them are normal, like humanity, but some...some are those that would incite war.

2034. The Rebirth of War. It finally happened. Someone snapped, and life became militaristic. Humans make up 90% of the world now, with [i]Venoxi[/i] filling up 9%. The last 1%? Something...different. Something like [i]Venoxi[/i] and what people fantasize as a magician. They have been used as weapons of war for the last 6 years, and they've loved every minute of it. However, petty conflicts and war aside, a new threat has arose. Racism. Humans who see the [i]Venoxi[/i] and the [i]Qiraji[/i] (The special [i]Venoxi[/i]) as something unnatural, even though we all stem from the same genetic order, [i]Homo Sapien.[/i] The new people have the nerve to call themselves [i]God's Chosen.[/i] Those who still respect the [i]Venoxi[/i], [i]Qiraji[/i], and normal human beings have taken up arms with them. The old weapons of war are now obsolete. Hand to hand combat has been the choice of this, the greatest and most devistating of wars.

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Okay, ja, ja. First RP in a while. I hope I can get some sign ups. You can either be one of [i]God's Chosen[/i], or a Loyalist. This may seem very simple at the start, but it does get more complicated as it goes on.

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[i]Sign ups.[/i]

[b]Name:[/b] Pretty much everything goes here.

[b]Age:[/b] Make it reasonable.

[b]Gender:[/b]

[b]Appearance:[/b] Picture, written description, or both.

[b]Allegiance:[/b] [i]God's Chosen[/i] or the Loyalists.

[b]Race:[/b] Human, [i]Venoxi[/i], or [i]Qiraji[/i]. Only accepting a limited number of [i]Venoxi & Qiraji.[/i]

[b]Weapon:[/b] Close-range combat is preferred, only one or two may have any projectile type weapons.

[b]Powers:[/b] [i]Qiraji only.[/i] What kind of power do you control? This is what sets you apart from the [i]Venoxi.[/i] Keep it in moderation.

[b]Personality:[/b] 1 paragraph. How does your character act?

[b]Biography / Snippit:[/b] You can give me a life report, or a snippit. Either is fine.[/color][/size]

[Albert Flasher]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=Sienna]Name: Craig Tarnstrom

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance: [URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=11&pos=11]Craig[/URL]

Allegiance: Loyalist

Race: Human

Weapon: When Craig can't use his fists, he uses a long dagger made of an ultralight material. Its incredibly sharp and he uses it with deadly ability.

Personality: Craig is a fairly easy-going guy. He's nice and easy to talk to, and he'll stand by his friends.

EDIT: Had to go, will finish soon.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[Starwind]

Name: Tony Aledon

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Appearance: [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/Trenchcoat.jpg]Tony[/URL]. He stands about 5'9 and weights in at 165 lbs. Under hsi long coat he has his body bandaged from his pelvis to the base of his neck. He has also bandaged his forearms and hands up tohis elbows. He carries and katana with a three foot blade. The blade is stained red with a black hilt and and balck guard.

Allegiance: Loyalist

Race: Venoxi

Weapon: The red blade katana he keeps at his hip. He is a skilled swordsman and a powerful fighter.

Personality: A seemingly harmless person, he has a calm and well mannerd disposition. He takes the role of a pacifist, only fighting when left with no other choice. He says he doesn't feel anger for those who hate him simply for what he is, he says he pities them. He says "If pity them, because they will never know anything onther than what they see with there own two eyes." All this masks his deep inner warrior spirit. He's strong and proud of what he is and never hides that fact from anyone.

Bio/Snippet: Born in the southern part of the world, in what was once known as Colombia. His parents were not Venoxi, but both held the resessive gene of the Venoxi. As such, when he was born and he first showed signs of being a Venoxi his parents were horrified. His parents were both of the God's Chosen and to have a son who was a venoxi was unimaginable. Though they never tried to kill him, they may as well have. He became like the family shame and was hidden away from public site and was treated more like an unwanted dog then a child.

He eventually broke out of his cell that was his house and ran for the mountains. He took to the forest lifestyle, resorting to hunting and fishing as a way of life for many years. It was here that he taught himself arts of combat. He learned through his experiences: running from foresst predators, hunting smaller animals, bare handed fishing, tree climbing, and overall endurance. The time he spent here brought his venoxi power to a level of skill as well.

After ten years in the rainforest, he finally returned to the civilized world with his self trained set of survival and combat skills. Once he returned he took to weapons rather quickly, most prodominatly, the sword. Sadly he found the use for his skills was much more neccesary the he had hoped it would be. Like his parents, many people hated him simply just because he was a Venoxi. He had to fight off a fair share of attackers who came at him out of the prejudice they felt for him.

Things weren't all bad though. There were those who were sympathetic and even accepting to him, despite the fact he was a venoxi, something the rest of the world had told him was horrible. These people brought him in and it was a place he could live the simple life he had wished he always could have. He taught himself how to fight with a sword and finally fell into this group, the first place that really excepted him.

But now the world is falling apart, and falling into the war to end all wars. Death is something that Tony would rather pretend wasn't real. But now the prejudice felt for him and his kind has become even more potent, resulting in mass executions. On that note it has also driven the Venoxi to war and retaliate with great haterd and vengance as there battle cry. Now he has to decide if what he's fighting for is really the right thing. If killing those who would kill him is right, then why was what they were doing wrong. It didn't make sense, but he felt obligated to side with those who had taken him in during is most trying moments.

[Death_Dragon92]

OOC: This is a back up sorry if i have to go but if this goes on befor anyother RP ill stay with this one i guess.3/7/06 Im pulling out

Name: Kelac Tredd

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Appearance: Spiked black hair, Red eyes, Wolf ears Black shirt and Cargo jeans is about 6'6"

Allegiance: Loyalist

Race: Qiraji

Weapon: Shotgun when he's out of bullet he uses a sword made of unbreakable metal

Powers: Kelac can control Fire. He can summon it straight from the earths core depending how ticked he is so try not to make him mad.he can do just about everything with fire.

Personality: Well Kelac is pretty cherrful almost always has a grin on his face even when fighting. He's really weird to.He has a short fuse about some things so try not to make him mad.

[Veritas]

[size=1][color=darkred][b]Name:[/b] Marquis "Priest" Eternis

[b]Age:[/b] 24

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Appearance:[/b] [url="http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=lastup&cat=9&pos=3"]Clickity[/url]. Priest stands at 6'3" and weigh's about 220 despite his thin looking frame. This stems from his tranformation into a Qiraji, which made his bones more dense, as well as addind a superhuman amount of dense lean muscle.[/color][/size][url="http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=lastup&cat=9&pos=3"]
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[size=1][color=darkred][b]Allegiance:[/b] [i]God's Chosen[/i][/color][/size]

[size=1][color=darkred][b]Race:[/b][i] Qiraji.[/i]

[b]Weapon:[/b] Priest uses the sword seen in the pic, as well as keeping two daggers hidden horozontally on his lower back.

[b]Powers:[/b] Priest has the power of teleportation. It is almost instantanious travel so it holds alot of purpose whether it is getting around to evading an attack.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=darkred][b]Personality:[/b] Marquis act about as far from a priest as possible. To most is cold, and almost void of emotion, bearing a sharp tounge, quick wit, and intelligence. He carries himself with pride and elogance, and values respect and honor. Though he does have a soft side only know to few, and he protects this part of himself, and the others he cares about at all cost, which is the reason he acts so heartless.

[b]Biography / Snippit:[/b] [/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred][/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred]"Who's th-th-th-ere? A male voice softly said, as if not wanting to hear a reply.[/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred][/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred]"Is anybody there" The man spoke again, with more composure in his voice.[/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred][/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred]Cautiously he reached over to his nightstand and slowly felt for his lamp. With a soft clck an yellowish glow illuminated the luxourious room. The lamp cast a bright sheen on the mans silk pajama's as he reached for the glasses on his nightstand and put them to his face. He glance around the room making sure everything was in place before returning his glasses to the nightstand and clicking off the light. Almost as soon as he set his head back on the pillow and shut his eyes, he could feel the faint glow of the lamp through his eyelids. Quickly he opened his eyes and reached for his glasses, though he found them being handed to them by a blurry figure.[/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred][/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred]"Who is that? Is you Thomas, what is the meaning of you disturbing me at su-" Though before he could finish his glasses were on, and he realized he wans't speaking to his butler, or anyone else he knew.[/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred][/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred]"Why who the hell are you and how did you get in her? Well never mind all that leave immediatly or I'll have to phone the police" The man shouted as he saw the man standing before him in a beige coat and black clothes.[/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred][/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred]"I'm very sorry for the intrusion Mr. Hamilton, but I had to speak to you at once." Marquis said smoothly in a manner futile to resist.[/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred][/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred]"Very well, what is it?" The man said argrily in reply.[/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred][/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred]"Thank you sir, I'll be brief, it has come to our attention that you have sinned, that you have been secretly funding Gods Chosen in this abomination of a war" Though before he could continue Mr. Hamilton intterupted.[/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred][/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred]"What rubbish, I would never fund any war, I despise it, I am very religious and humanitarian you see, I only would do what was best for humanity" [/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred][/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred]"Very well though, we need to make sure though and I assure you all sins will be forgiven" Marquis replied gracefully drawing his victim within his grasp.[/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred][/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred]"You must be a priest, yes I'm almost sure of it, how else would you have been let in, the lord's servants are always welcome in my home" He said proudly.[/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred][/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred]"You could say I'm a priest of sorts, though I don't bring the mercy god into your pitiful life" Marquis stated coldy, smiling as the color washed from the face of Mr. Hamilton"I send you to meet him and you can beg for your own salvation"[/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred][/color][/size]
[size=1][color=darkred]With that last word rolling off his tounge he pulled out his sword from within his cloak and brought the blade across the mans neck. He fell lifeless on to his bed. The attack was so quick he didn't have time to scream. Marquis whiped the blade on the bed before he dissapeared leaving a small wisp of silver smoke in his place.[/color][/size]
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[size=1][color=darkred]OOC: I hoe that is ok Aizen let me know if there is anything I need to edit.[/color][/size]

[thezerosystem]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] "Lu"
[B]Age:[/B] 19
[B]Gender:[/B] ...For the sake of simplicity, let us refer to Lu as a 'he'.
[B]Appearance:[/B][URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Jipsie/Darkness_and_Light_by_Yunaleskaa.jpg]Lu...[/URL] In Lu's prefered form, its hard to tell whether Lu is male or female. Generally unnoticed, and just as easily forgotten, the only striking thing about Lu is his right eye, which does not reflect light but rather absorbs it. It is his greatest weakness, for no matter what face he takes, his right eye does not change.
[B]Allegiance:[/B] God's Chosen... For Now.
[B]Race:[/B] Qiraji

[B]Weapon:[/B] Lu has a general knowladge of most weaponry, but his specialty lies in hand to hand combat. The only weapon he carries is a thin garrott.

[B]Powers:[/B] Lu is a shapeshifter. He was not born Qiraji, but had his genetic code broken and altered when he was a child. His right eye, the dark one, which he usually keep covered, absorbes a persons appearence, which he can then translate into a genetic code and reform his own body to match. His abilities are still being "researched" by those calling themselves "God's Chosen"... In their attempts to use him to infiltrate and wipe out the Loyalists.

[B]Personality:[/B] Lu is the quiet sort, often coming across as blank, uncaring, even cold. He has a softness for animals though, birds in particular. All he has ever been taught is that he- and everyone anything like him- are abominations. It is a dangerous thing, however, to label someone a freak, a sin, a demon... For no dispair is deep enough to make the dog forget it's teeth.

[B]Snippit: [/B]

He heard the crack, and it regestered, dimly, that the sudden meeting of one's head and stone was usually supposed to hurt...

"Get up." The man commanded quietly. Lu tried to place the voice. A strong voice, but tempered by a memory of gentleness Lu couldn't quite recall...

"Louis. Twice I have told you to stand up. As petulant as you're behaving, I'm considering just counting to three..."

Oh yes. Father Joseph... Of the Holy Order of God's Chosen...

Lu braced his arms against the floor and pulled himself to his feet. "Holy Father." He whispered. "I have sinned. I ask no forgiveness for I know such an option is not open to such as I am. I will not mourn, for I understand that in death all God's creation are free..."

Father Joseph closed the door behind him, satisfied with hearing the beginnings of the familiar rote. He stopped outside the door to wipe the blood off his hands and pulled a blue feather off his shoe. He cast it aside and continued down the corridor.

Lu's prayers did not cease till the Priest's footsteps had faded away completely. He glanced about the room, at the blood and feathers scattered across the floor, and knelt to gather up the body of one of his pigeons.

He did not utter word as he pitched the tiny corpses one by one, into the fire, but he closed his eyes in silent prayer that God would forgive them contamination by his hands, and gather them back into his grace...

But then...one shifted in his hands, biting down on his finger and letting out an indignant and pained shriek, and Lu's heart stopped. He turned the bird in his hands, pressing the corner of his tunic to the flow of blood from the pigeon's back. Her wing had been torn out completely, and yet she still found the life to chide him for hurting her...

It was only then that Lu wept. Cradling the broken form of the old hen and sobbing, whispering apologies into the darkness and begging God to take her life as well, because he could not...[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Raiha]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkOrchid]
Name: Mercali Hellein

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Appearance: Cool eyed brunette, with perfect lips, teeth, eyes, and skin. Lithe in body, with small soft hands, a mane of thick brown hair, and of course that small tendency to revert into a monsterous machine of death. When she reverts into her alternate genetic form, she becomes the she-wolf, that stands on two legs, but kills as brutally as any wolf that stands on four.

Allegiance: God's Chosen

Race: Qiraji

Weapon: Hand to hand combat, with medical tape wrapped over the hands and wrists when she's human for added support, and simple claws when she's become the female werewolf.

Powers: She controls the power of her own body, able to become a hideous beast, with the beast-like senses, heightened sense of smell, night vision, and superior stamina.

Personality: On a good day, Mercali is happy enough, calm and pleasant, usually seen wrapping her wrists after a fight, or braiding her hair several times in one hour. Unfortunately this is easy enough to change, and with Mercali's unstable emotional state, she can easily become a monster, lashing out indiscriminately at anything that irritates her. She's often stuck out at her friends, only to feel remorse later. When she's angry, the hair on her neck prickles, and she feels an impossibly dark need to either feed, or strangle something. Typically she can reign in her fury, but it takes good reasons, or at least strength of will. When she's not around humans, or remembering some particularly racist comment directed at her from one point or another, she can calm herself. When she does remember, she usually trashes the room she's locked herself in, and screams at the top of her lungs.

Biography / Snippit:
[i]The click of claws sounded on the cold linolium, and Mercali kept on the balls of her feet, the soft pads making no sound. She could smell human blood, and while it excited her, that wasn't what she was here for. But she kept her monster shape, and she kept her claws spread open on her elongated forearms, and she kept her ears pricked, waiting for the sound of a human sneaking up behind her. Of course that wouldn't happen, but Mercali was sick enough to hope it did. When she found the right door, she slid a nail into the lock, twisted, and opened the door.

As it opened, she reverted back to the human form she'd been born with. In a flow of auburn hair, that swayed down nearly to her calves, she stepped inside hte room. There, in the corner, huddled a small girl child, bleeding from her palms and feet, her face lacerated to the point of failed recognition. When Mercali spoke, her voice was an alto growl, but modulated down a few levels for the child's sake.[/i]

"Little girl, we're leaving this place."

"Big sister, I'm scared. The Qiraji will come. The humans say so."

"You're becoming Qiraji yourself. The humans that did this to you..... ...will do worse when you change completely. Now stand up."

[i]The little girl, galvanized by terror, jerked herself to her feet and took Mercali's hand. In that instant, Mercali changed back to her monster form and nearly crushed the child to her chest as she barreled out the door, raced down the hall, and took a flying leap at the exit. The alarm went off and the human scientists that had run the lab, and tortured the children they found with D.N.A. gone berserk, searched for the girl, but it was too late. Mercali Hellein had rescued her geneitc sister, and had gone to earth.[/i][/COLOR][/FONT]

[prowlinglycan]

[size=1][color=#c64040][b]Name:[/b] Aaven nai

[b]Age:[/b] 17

[b]Gender:[/b] male

[b]Appearance:[/b] aaven has black hair and has light blue eyes he is exactly 6'0 and weights 138lbs. his cloths consist of black baggy pants and a black t-shirt his muscles are difined and he has an 8-pac he has 2 inch long canine teath and claws

[b]Allegiance:[/b] [i]God's Chosen[/i]
[b]Race:[/b][i]Qiraji[/i]

[b]Weapon:[/b] a long syth 4'0long and the blad 1 1/2 ft long died black
[b]Powers:[/b] [i]can blend into his sourondings and can turn into a shadow[/i].

[b]Personality:[/b]most of the time he acts without emotion but if you are his freinds he always acts imature

[b]Biography / Snippit:[/b] when he was 13 he ran away after being severly beaten by other children in middle school if it had been only 2 or 3 of them he could have beaten them up but all the boys in his class and 8th attacked him at once he ran away shortly after that now living in the slums of new york.[/color][/size]