Sign Up Death to the Gods

[Drizzt Do'urden]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=blue]In the year 2050 a nuclear war broke out. Every country that had them launched a warhead almost simultaneously. It seemed the end of the world was upon us...little did we know that we would've been better for it.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=1][COLOR=blue]As the warheads closed towards their targets, a bright light shown upon the world and a sound of crackiling lighting and crashing thunder shook the world by its core. Everywarhead that was in the sky was vaporized by an unheard of blast of electrical energy.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=1][COLOR=blue]All countries at once began monitoring an anomoly in the middle of the atlantic ocean, along the planets equator. A great mountain grew forth out of the earth, a mountain so large it eclipsed Mt. Everest by miles. It's peak finally stopping somewhere inside a haze of clouds, that gravitated around the mountain as if by some unseen force.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=1][COLOR=blue]Days, weeks, even months went by as the people of the different countries sent probes, unmaned vehicles, and fianlly soldiers and scientists to explain the anamoly; none of which were ever seen or heard from again.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=1][COLOR=blue]As a full year passed, and most of the world forgot about the mountain. Went back to their lives as they were before the war, nobody seemed to care that there was an energy radiating off the mountainside, an ancient energy that couldn't be detected by conventional methods.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=1][COLOR=blue]Finally an omnious image filled the sky, a bearded figure straight out of mythology covered the sky across the globe. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=1][COLOR=blue]"Mortals, bow down to your returning King. For over a millenia I have watched you wage wars, destroy my planet, and kill one another in the name of non-existent gods. You have viewed yourselves as masters of this planet for long enough. Bow down in joy and fear as your God King returns, all love and fear ZEUS!" As if a repeat of a year ago the sky flashed white with lightning, over and over again. Each time something was taken from the humans...[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=1][COLOR=blue]First thing that went were all the humans modern weapons. Guns, missiles, bombs, anything the gods perceieved as a threat to them was gone leaving only weapons and hunting tools from their time.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=1][COLOR=blue]Secondally the gods pulled toe continents back to their original form, everything united as one continent surrounded by a seemingly endless ocean of blue. United at the base of Mt. Olympus[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=1][COLOR=blue]Lastly the gods stripped the humans of all vehicles, including aircraft and sea faring vessels.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=1][COLOR=blue]For over a century now the gods have controlled everything. All television and radio broadcasts were now shortwave and harwired, since satellites were shot out of the sky... For over a century, their was no hope.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=1][COLOR=blue]Finally a single man, some said he was the son of a god, others just a crazy lunatic, snuck onto Mt. Olympus and stole the most important thing the gods possessed...Ambrosia.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=1][COLOR=blue]Ambrosia was the food of the god, but when a mortal ingested it they became a demi-god. Given powers similar to that of gods, but on a much smaller scale. This man spread the ambrosia around, a single serving to certain tribes he handpicked. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=1][COLOR=blue]The last hope for humanity's freedom hinged on the right people being choosen for god-hood. The right people to kill the gods...[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[COLOR=black]Time to whip on the gods themselves. As you've guessed we will be playing the choosen, X number of people choosen for the task of becoming immortal, well immortal in age. We can still be killed by conventional means, its just harder.[/COLOR]

Time for sign-ups, be advised this is going to be a short RP. I'm thinking maybe a couple months if the posts are pretty consistent. I'd like to get this started next week sometime, so I'll probably get it rolling as soon as we have 4-5 people.

Name:

Age:

Sex:

Appearance: (Feel free to be as creative as you want, its no telling what the ambrosia will do to a person.)

Weapons: Though the gods destroyed everthing, mankind has triumphed. Different tribes have been able to come up with some weapons such as guns, small explosives. Feel free to melee it up or go for distance, just try and keep it one or the other. If you are a marksman you probably won't be real good with close combat and vice versa.

Powers: The powers of the gods are sort've construde throughout mythology, of course there are the norms (Zeus' lightning, Hades power over the undead) so feel free to deviate, but remember we are not gods. All of us will have super-human strength and speed so don't bother with that, but otherwise everythings games.

Personality:

Bio: (How'd you get selected, what'd you do before you were picked)

Writing Snipet: Let us get inside your characters head, let us see his/her personality and demeanor with this. Doesn't have to be combat, infact I prefer it not be.

[Heartless Me]

Name: Papa Shango

Age: Unknown (middle aged)

Sex: Male

Appearance: Before the fruit Shango's skin was a dark chocolate but after ingesting Ambrosia his skin darkened to an almost midnight black. His eyes transformed from brown to an unnatural steel gray. All of his thick dreaded lochs have fallen from his head leaving him completely bald. About the only thing that has not changed was his body shape, before and after taking the god's food he looked quite emaciated.

Weapons: His only weapon is his trusted Mangetu [IMG]http://www.joelcooner.com/African/African-Shields&Weapons/weapons/Mangbetu-5245.JPG[/IMG] a curved blade used to catch and break enemy weapons as well as cut eviscerating wounds.

Powers: Hades, Lord of the Underworld. Beginning powers

Eyes of the dead - By eating the eyes of a recently deceased corpse he can see the last few moments of the dead persons life.

Death sight - At will and sometimes against his will, Shango can and does see restless spirits of the dead who have become lost on their way to the underworld.

Beginning Animation - For a short time Shango can revive and control a corpse to fight for him. Only one corpse may be revived and while he controls the corpse he may not engage in battle. If his concentration is broken the corpse becomes inanimate once again and may not be revived again by him.

Personality: Shango is a silent type not saying much unless spoken to or if something important needs to be said. It is easy to gain his trust but easy to lose it as well. He's more open to people who gain his trust but still not a free speaker. If engaged in conversation he will keep his spoken words kept to short and certain responses.

Bio: Shango's ancestors came from a country called Africa before the Great Merger. His tribe kept to the same area after the merger. In each generation one has been chosen by consulting the stars and other forms of divination passed down to succeed the past medicine man in taking on the shamans knowledge. Responsible for healing, marriage, religious and burial matters. It was not long after the medicine man training was complete that the mysterious man came to Shango in the middle of the night. He knew that his tribe was in danger because he did not fear or worship the gods of Olympus. Seeing the gift as a sign he took the fruit hoping to gain some power to protect his tribe from the gods.

Writing Snipet:

The moon was full and Papa Shango was in his tent casting bones. he was upon his third casting when he finally opened his eyes. "A visitor. Omen. Death." He read the bones lain strewn about the antelopes hide. A small smile crossed his lips. Death did not always mean the end of life after all but a change in ones life.

It was three full nights before the prediction came to fruition. A breeze rustled the tent in the night as Shango was tanning hides for the hunters manhood rituals the next day. His head lifted catching an odd sent off the wind. Standing the man stood and walked to the flap and opened it. There standing a half a foot taller than him and easily twice the weight. The man opposite him was hard to define in the appearance of looks, however, there was thing certain. He was carrying a large bulging satchel.

Regarding the man a moment Shango spoken in his native language "What are you doing here? What do you want?" His language was a harsh almost primitive one. The man thought for a second then smiled speaking back in perfect dialect in reply. The words were so flawless he might have been born and raised within the tribe. "I have come bearing you a gift." His eyes narrowed suddenly remembering the night before. In his language the word 'gift' could also be translated into 'omen'.

"What would you, a stranger, want to gift me for?" His voice a bit suspicious and body stance almost hostile. "Be at ease Shango. I am offering you the power to protect your people from the Olympians. With this, you will have what you've been searching for." From the satchel he produced a peculiar looking fruit. "Ambrosia, the fruit of the gods. Take this and eat it. All of it, leave not even a seed unconsumed and you will have all that you need." Leaving it on the table in the tent he turned and looked at Shango. "Please, be quick about it. The gods are hunting those who do not worship them. I have other fruit to deliver." With that the man was gone, just as quickly as he arrived. He left, and left Shango with his chance at the power to protect his people.

[Nessaja]

[B]Name:[/B] Aella Origenes

[B]Age:[/B] 20

[B]Sex:[/B] Female

[B]Appearance:[/B][URL="http://i37.tinypic.com/2j4q6xg.jpg"] Aella, as she used to be before the Ambrosia.[/URL] After drinking the Ambrosia however, Aella changed into a [URL="http://i33.tinypic.com/w2f1xz.jpg"]form[/URL] that is somewhat like a harpy and lost her armor so that she could fly better.

[B]Weapons:[/B] Aella's weapon used to be a whip, however after the Ambrosia, she switched to a weapon that better suited her new harpy form, so she now uses a crossbow.

[B]Powers:[/B] (Need to work this out with Drizzt.)

[B]Personality:[/B] (Personality, Bio, and Writing Snippet will have to be finished later. Sorry Drizzt.)

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