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The end of a fictional 20th century brought about strange changes in DNA structures. People were mutating. It is now the end of the 22nd century, and mutants have vanished, in their place is a completely new race of hominid. They first displayed non-humanity when they hit puberty, and are now known as the Broken Youth. They have powers that most people only dream of.

However, inner strife has torn their ranks, two main factions strive for power. (like the twist thus far?) These factions are the Dreadmist, who desire eradication of regular humans and have no discipline or honor, and the Black Fellowship, who defend against the Dreadmist as best they can. There are many, many other factions, most aren't even recognized, but are neutral and will side with whomever they please.

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Power(s):
Faction:
Faction goal (if not main faction):
Position in faction:
History:

Name: Zeke "Cross" Strider
Age: 16
Appearance:
Personality: a bit deranged and sick in the head, but loyal to and protective of those who deserve it
Power(s): regeneration that breaches death, heightened senses, enhanced speed/accuracy
Weakness(es): chili (it's the only thing that seems to leave permanent damage that can't be regenerated)
Faction: Cross Brigade
Faction goal (if not main faction): self-preservation
Position in faction: Founder
History: Cross was raised like any other, but when it turned out he was Broken, he was cast out and branded. The scar from the brand was, and still is, large and shaped like a cross, it covers most of his torso. He founded the Cross Brigade to preserve himself and those who wished to preserve each other.

(don't make like... one faction for each person... I'll create the leaders of the two main factions soon)

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Give me suffering, pain, anguish, sorrow, and death! For I shall make it my driving force, and from beyond the grave I shall paint the sky red...

Hey dude, if possible, I'd like to be the founder of the Dreadmist

Name: Faustus (Born Eric Faust)
Age: 65 (appearance shifts between twenty and eighty, see powers)
Personality: Megalomaiac, Faustus believes in only his own importance, but has convinced those around him that he is in it for the "good of the youth."
Power(s): Faustus has a wide array of powers, his primary power being the ability to absorb the life force of others. When he does this, he regains the vivacity and appearance of youth, as well as absorbing (though a weakened version) of the powers of that person. He thereby has many minor powers; but shows a strong telepathy, due to absorbing many mind readers.
Weakness: Faustus ages rapidly, changing from his young form (seemingly 20) to his older form (about eighty) in one seven day week.
Faction: Dreadmist
Position in faction: Founder
History: Faustus, like all of the Broken Youth, first displayed his powers at puberty, when he unwittingly absorbed, and killed, his own mother. He began living in the shadows, vampiricly living off of humans and Broken alike, before forming his own faction; publicly devoted to eradicating humans, but privately all about keeping Faustus alive, and supplying him with food.
Appearance:

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Name: Clyde Erikson
Age: 18
Appearance:
Personality: Kind hearted, generous, and protective
Power(s): flight, Photokinisis
Weakness(es): garlic
Faction: Black Fellowship
Faction goal (if not main faction):
Position in faction: leader
History: Clyde was pitied and protected when it came to the knowledge of him being Broken, but Markus killed his family and caused him to have no where to go. In an effort to redeem himself and others, he joined the Black Fellowship to protect people like his family.

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Give me suffering, pain, anguish, sorrow, and death! For I shall make it my driving force, and from beyond the grave I shall paint the sky red...

(Who loves two people hit post reply within seconds of each other? go ahead man)

Cross sat on a small couch as one of his subordinates ran up to him, "Sir, we've attained another ammo shipment... it's hard to believe that, despite the scientific advances we've made... our weapons are still as crude as ever..." he said, this last part to himself.

Cross closed his right hand and opened it again, there was a disturbing crunch when he did it, "Yes... one would think there'd be no need for guns... but people like you and about thirty percent of our faction need them just to survive... after all... only seventy percent of us are actually Broken..." he said as he reclined and stared at the ceiling, "That's why I turned down the first diplomat from the Dreadmist... I think it'd be best if we remained neutral... besides, what would Cross Brigade ever do in a fire fight? most of you humans are army brats with no training who think you can fight, the rest of you are video game nerds who also think you can fight cause you're good at games... Crill... spread the word amongst our other 98 members, training regiment starts today..."

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(whew... now to post what Clyde's doing)

Clyde hovered in the air for a bit, staring at his friends training. All of them together were 30,000 strong, the second largest faction, but that was because the Dreadmist had swallowed several other factions and taken their territory. Cross Brigade was the only neutral faction that even touched the Dreadmist territory that hadn't fallen. Clyde sighed inwardly, "Why do those bastards hate humanity? They probably ask why I'm protecting it... heh... oh well... no one can see things in more than one way."

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Give me suffering, pain, anguish, sorrow, and death! For I shall make it my driving force, and from beyond the grave I shall paint the sky red...

((OOC: umm.. I started... *points to previous post*))

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Give me suffering, pain, anguish, sorrow, and death! For I shall make it my driving force, and from beyond the grave I shall paint the sky red...

<OOC>God Dammit! I wanted to by Black Fellowship leader! Why didn't I join sooner. Now I have to take orders from a half-fasted npc with that stupid smile. I propose an overthrown in the Black Fellowship for anyone that joins as that faction later in the roleplay.</OOC>

Name: Morgon McFay
Age: 20
Appearnce:

Personality: Stout hearted and morally strong. She is also highly intellengent, inspite her raunchy attitude, and his apathy for the 'stupid'. Acts aggressive at times.
Power(s): Morgon is very fast and very strong. She also heals fast and had this Rogue-like ability that acts similar to Faustus soul sucking abilities, though kissing you wouldn't kill you, nor make her younger. She has other abilities that she is unaware of: night-vision and flight and others that would be more pronouced much later in the roleplay.
Faction: Black Fellowship
Faction goal: Aside from pissing off Clyde?
Position in faction: Second in command, eyeing Clyde's chair.
History: There isn't much Morgon can recall since she woke up in a bed in an abandoned hut in the outskirts of the capital. Her name was from a diary of someone that once lived in the hut, and was dissapointed to learn the woman in the diary wasn't her: Morgon found out she was a 'broken youth' and the author of the diary wasn't one. Since then she wanders the outskirts, seeing the carnage of the Dreamist and getting help from the true humans that she convinced she wasn't a threat to. Joining the Black Fellowship out of the need to protect herself at first more than anything, but learned to believe the cause of justice that the group stood for. She fights with them, now at Clyde's right hand, being the pain in his ass.

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"Clyde, they hate humanity because of the strife that so many purist bastards among the true humans say we are the devil spawn," she replied to Clyde as he floated in the air like the candygram little one that he was, "now, with that logic, why would you want to defend that which is your, I dunno, 'enemy'?"

Morgon climbed a support beam in the trainning ground to get a bit closer to Clyde and his everything light and light look. She wasn't sure what the guy was thinking, nor why someone as naive as him was appointed leader of the group. She scaled it with grace and with speed, not the first time she did that. She made her way to a cross beam and sat down.

"Now Clyde, remember why the group was formed: to prove to the true humans that we are not a threat to them." she said in a more apologetic tone, like she was sorry for slandering the Black Fellowship's name?

<OOC> Twist Dargomethe, what twist? It sounds more like X-Men by a different name. </OOC>

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Name: Jamie Harper

Age: 16

Appearance:

Personality: Jamie is mentally unstable. He is sadistic and takes pleasure in causng people as much pain as possible. Despite his mental state, he is loyal to the Dreadmist cause, and will do all he can to prove that the Broken Youth are the dominant beings.

Power(s): Can become invisible at will, enabling him to sneak and get close to people without them being aware.

Faction: Dreadmist

Faction goal (if not main faction):

Position in faction: Will do whatever is required of him, no matter the outcome.

History: Shunned by society when he developed his power, and beaten by his father for being a 'freak', he remined isolated from anyone around him for years. Now the Dreadmist has risen, he seeks to get revenge on the people who caused him so much pain and twisted him mind.

Cross got up suddenly, "Everyone... I think I'm going to have a chat with the Black Fellowship... the games have begun..." he said, pointing out the window at a small group of Dreadmist members running toward the base, "Defensive plan: Delta!" he roared and everyone disappeared with the sound of guns cocking simultaneously...

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Clyde laughed softly, "We are... we protect as many as we can from the Dreadmist... although I do think we should help Cross Brigade... he really has only 100 members... and 30 are regular humans... I suppose, a direct attack on the Dreadmist is in order... Everyone! Get ready, we strike in three hours!" he boomed, suddenly going from kind to commanding, "and Morgon, remember what to do if I die."

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Give me suffering, pain, anguish, sorrow, and death! For I shall make it my driving force, and from beyond the grave I shall paint the sky red...

Jamie sat on the roof of a high-rise building, close enough to the Cross Brigade compound to witness the, soon to be carnage, but far enough away to be out of sight of prying eyes.

He began to giggle as he thought of the blood that the soon spill onto the streets. "They'll learn their lesson. Having filthy humans amongst them. They don't deserve the unique gifts they have. Just watch. Yesss. Soon they'll be begging us for mercy, begging us to let them join us. Just like all the rest."

He twirled his machete around his finger, giggling more and more.

"Filthy humans."

"Yes, yes, of course Clyde," Morgon replied to her naive leader. She remembered very well. She was the second in command after all, meaning that she would destribute the orders barked by Clyde while commanding others on the fly when the time came, she knew her bounds sadly enough.

She shook her head and looked back at her leader, his young so pronounced and his naivity even more noticible, when she realized what his orders where. "Are you insane?" she asked him in a sudden tone, "The Dreamists are sitting high in that fortress of a hideout, and they have emmased more territory with the strikes on the clans. They got more lackeys than we do, and the Cross Brigade might run interference."

She hung her head, feeling that her words were nothing but hot air. She took a breath. "You got a plan, right?" she asked.

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