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At the turning of the year 2034, the world was at its highest. Scientist had finally found a cure for the last of the world fatal illnesses. Dr Heften Vanilate discovered a cell, that when planted into the body of a human, would multiply and copy other cells, replacing the older ones and causing long life, extremely long life. Death was no more a certainty, it was a simple option. But what of murder, and crime, you ask? They to had fallen severely within the last ten years to a point where it was not uncommon for a school child to not know what 'Murder' was.

Then, thee apocalypse happened. All within February 2034. Firstly, Dr Heften Vanilate announced to the world that he had discovered a slight problem with his 'cure' that some of the cells had become dangerously poisonous but it was nothing to worry about as the other cells would simply remove them.
Six days after the announcement, the world’s population fell from 9billion to only 4billion. Within the same week, Sir Harold Pertain, supreme chancellor of the united Peoples, (Europe, The Americas, Asia and Africa) died of assassination. The world fell into chaos as many rulers and governors fell to the virus. Two weeks after that, a meteor the size of London hit Australia, whipping it, along with everything from there to China, from the face of the planet. After that the population dropped to a meir 700,000,000.

Dr Heften Vanilate died, now there was no chance of a cure. Humans retreated away from the MEGA cities such as London, New York, Cape Town and fled into the wilds to escape the chaos and the death. Many did not return.

That was 22 years ago. Now, in 3056, our planet is not recognisable. Nearly all civilisation lies in ruin, nature has taken control once more and turned the whole landscape into a wilderness. The deadly virus is over; it died out along with its many victims. Leaving with it an insignificant amount of survivors. And an awful amount of the dead. Only small groups of survivors now huddle together in hand built shelters around the world. A Meir 15,000,000 in total now live upon the face of the planet.

But... stranglely it seems that even those who surrvived are now dissapearing, literaly. It started with a few, elderly and children. Then small groups and gangs went missing. Recently whole settlements have been deserted over night, the residents seemingly gone with no trace what so ever. Whispers of strange figures now pass throughout the world. Tall, masked people dressed in white flowing robes and armor like knights of the past. These silent figures have been spotted through out the USS (United surrviver settlements).

Who are these strange figures? Where are these people dissapearing to? Are these strange occurances linked?

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Hopeing for the best but expecting the worst,
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The sun had just decended below the distant peaks of the Alps. Filling the small vally with shadows that danced and twisted from the fire light that glowed within the small camp. A tall man stepped onto the poarch of his wooden home and collapsed into the soft rocking chair he had crafted only last week. He peired up at the high moon and gently started rocking back and forth.

He stretched, it had been a long hard day. Every day was long and hard now. It was strange to think that only 30 years ago he would have been pearched on a comfy sofa with his feet up, probably watching 'Match of the day'.
He glanced at his watch. 8:47. He should be back by now He thought.
"Hey, Steve!" A voice called out. breaking the silence and peace of the vally.
The man stood and stepped down onto the earth, the looked back into the camp from where the voice resided.
"Isnt your son back yet with the fire wood? Its gone half past already!"
"Not yet! But im sure he will be back soon." The man called back, who was known as Steve. Although, it was extreamly strange for his son to be late...

Then through the trees he saw a figure emerge and slowly walk towards camp. "Ah, here he is!" Steve called to the other men around the fire. He started to walk towards the oncoming figure but it soon became apparent that this was definatly not his son. The man was much taller, and he was dressed in white robes that flowed and bobed with the light breeze. Upon his head stood a long, also white, helm and large sholder guards came upto meet his ears. Steve was now worried, what the hell was this man doing all the way out here!

"halt man, who goes there?" he asked, slidding his revolver from its hold.
"No need for alarm friend, my name is Qoue. Ive come to help you." Came the reply. The figure stepped forward and took Steve by the hand, removeing the gun and letting it drop to the ground. "No need for silly guns, now Steve, take me into your camp so i can speak to everyone."

Steve felt himself turn and walk back to the camp, the figure fell into step behinf him. What am i doing! I dont know this man, and im leading him streight into the camp! He could kill us all, i have to wait for my son! But he could not turn, or speak out. He just done exactly what the figure said...

Menion jogged back down the rough track into the vally, he hadnt realisd he had gone so far, and now he was late! He slowed as he neard there encampment, strange, its very quiet... He walked past his home but the lights were off so he continued. As he enter the centre he noticed that the fire had almost gone out! Who was ment to be watching it! He quickly stoked it back up then stood and looked around. Where the hell was everyone!
"Mum! Dad! Hey c'mon guys, enoughs enough, jokes over!" He stummbled on something as he walked around the fire. Looking down he realised it was his mums diary. He picked it up and read the last entry:

A strange man has just walked into the camp, Stevey says we can trust him but... well i dont know, there just something about him that makes you belive everything he says. He told us that he wanted to help us, he said he was going to take us to a hugh city inb the south, where there were hugh spires and towers of sparkleing marble, where we would never have to worry about anything ever again! It sounds so amazing! I cant wait to get there. We all agreed to go, and the man said that we were going now! I cant belive our luck! Im packing all my stuff as i write haha! Hopefuly in my next entry ill be describeing our new home!"

The book slid from Menions shaking hands. "Mum! Dad! Anyone! You cant have gone! MUM! DAD!" He was running now, reackless, searching through every home, every cabin and tent. Shouting, screaming! tears flowed freely down his pale face. "No, you cant be gone! Youn cant be GONE!" He collapsed back in the camps centre after searching the whold settlement. No one. He was alone. As he thought he could do no more, he heard foot step behing him. He jumped to his feet and whipped he face, quickly spinning to see who was approatching. He was a tall mam, dressed in white robes that glowed ever brighter as he entered the fire light.

"wh-who are you! Wha-wh-what have you do-done with everyone?!" Menion cried out.
"Hush child, im here for you, im here to bring you peace," The figure took the boys hand.
"No, i dont want to go! I want my family! MUM! DAD! Help me!" He screamed, kicking at the mans legs, desperatly trying to pull away.
"Do you not want to go then? To the city of spires, where ther is no worrys or problems? where everyting is perfect?"
"No! Where are my family and friends! I dont want to go with you! I hate you!" The tears had returned to Menions face now, he struggled visiously, trying to escape the mans grip, but he did not falter in strenght. But stayed perfectly still, just staring.

"Then you choose... another opption of peace." In one swift and slick movement. a long purple blade appeared in the figures hand, struck once, twice, then a third time. The reddened sword was sheithed. Only then did the figure release his grip upon the child. The boy slumped backwards into the flames. The man watched for a moment then turned and dissapeard into the trees.

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"Lets dance in style, lets dance for a while.
Heavan can wait were only watching the stars.
Hopeing for the best but expecting the worst,
are you gana drop the bomb or not?"

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Rules:

~No god modding
~No invincability
~Relationships are encoraged, take hints from others posts
~Enjoy

Characture sheet~

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Apperance: (Pic or description)
Personality:
Bio: (Detailed please)
Other: (Equipment, history ect)

IC will start as soon as we get a few members

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"Lets dance in style, lets dance for a while.
Heavan can wait were only watching the stars.
Hopeing for the best but expecting the worst,
are you gana drop the bomb or not?"

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Wow I realy like he story, I might join if I will manage to keep up with time...

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OMG he's alive!
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O.K here is my char. profile, it's a little experimental and might not be what you had in mind. Hope you like it. And P.S where are we playing in like the Alps or somewhere else?

Name: Quint Jerferies

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Apperance: The one in the fore ground.

Personality: A easy going guy, he enjoys a laught but can be deadly serious at times. This kind of split personality has lead some to be weary of him, he is also prone to ments of yncomparititable rage. Though these are few and far between.

Bio: Born just after the collapse of the modern world he Quint never knew that world. He belongs to a group of former soldiers dedicated to keeping the peace between the new communities. Raised at the stronghold of the order, he was born into military life, and rose quickly through the ranks. He now holds the position of Field Major.
As people disapeared the order became fustrated in trying to find out what happended to them. Then some of their smaller garisons started to disapear. Quint was one of the ones sent to investigate.

Other: As shown in the picture he carries a SKS carbine rifle and a Ruger Security Six revolver.

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((Accepted kassarock. Ok sorry i didnt make it clear befor but the story will be played practacly around the world. The whole 'Alps' thing was just a kinda Proludge so you can get the idea of what is happening. And yeh your guy is perfect.))

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Heavan can wait were only watching the stars.
Hopeing for the best but expecting the worst,
are you gana drop the bomb or not?"

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Name: Lauran Sayhar

Age: 31

Gender: Female

Apperance:

Personality: Lauran, being born into a rough world learned how to deffend herself very quickly. She is kind and loving but also has a darkside, where she is unpredictable. Violence is never her first choice but she has no fear or regrets to useing it. She is defenatly no sexist but does hold onto the statement that anything a boy can do, she can do better.

Bio: Lauran grew up in England and was personaly tutored by a high status professor at the time, befor the apocolyps she moved, along with her father, to America. Whilst there she join the police force, then moved into the FBI. A month after the move everything went wrong and the FBI broke down and seaced to exist. recently she managed to board a bout and travel to the 'Paris ruins', whitch is where a new 'Government' is being established. I say government but what i realy mean is that someone has at least layed down some rules and began to re-build there. Upon reatching Paris she was employed streight away into the 'Reborns' a group of inderviduals elected by the leading figure to keep the peace simular to her previous FBI role.

Other: She carries two 357 magnums, a hunting rifle and two hunting knives but when in 'Paris ruin' she has a selection of other items...

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"Lets dance in style, lets dance for a while.
Heavan can wait were only watching the stars.
Hopeing for the best but expecting the worst,
are you gana drop the bomb or not?"

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Name: Vasilli
Age:33
Gender:Male
Apperance:
Personality: Vasili keeps mostly to himself, although, past his hard man outside, on the inside he is accually quite kind hearted, having a soft spot for any servivors who ight be in trouble, and is known across western russia has a savior sent by God

Bio: Vasilli was born in 2017, in a Moscow. He was well raised by his mother and father, though, after family troubles, he ran away, aged 15, in 2032. He found a Russian military recruiting office and joined. When the apocolypse happened, He was in a warzone in Eastern Europe, and since he was there, he never got the life cell. The military in Eastern europe fell apart in the few months following, and they disbanded, Vasilli left to return home to Moscow, with his friends Reznov and Dragov, however, Reznov was killed by a wolf while they were sleeping in the forests in Western Russia. Dragov and Vasilli got to Moscow, but found it deserted.
Vasilli and Dragov left the city, and now live in the Western Russian forests, living off wild animals, constantly moving, helping worse off servivors, and running from the mysterious, powerful Knights

Eqipment: Vasilli-Worn Russian Uniform, Military Webbing, One of those cool russian hats, AK47 Assault Rifle, Combat Knife/bayonette, binoculars
Dragov(hes my NPC follower)- Worn Russian Uniform, Webbing, Combat Helmet, 1944 scoped MosinNagant Sniper Rifle, combat knife/bayonette

Other: I think, at some point, I should travel west across europe, and meet up with a possible Reborn search party looking for survivors, to bring the role players together??

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Nice man, definatly accepted, but im afraid no mutants... BUT im wont reveal much but later on we may encounter a few... undead... wink wink. Yeh, the joining bit sounds great m8, my first post on the IC will explain everyones possition m8!

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"Lets dance in style, lets dance for a while.
Heavan can wait were only watching the stars.
Hopeing for the best but expecting the worst,
are you gana drop the bomb or not?"

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k, ive took out the mutant bit

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