Welcome to Chaos

[Stagnant Soul]

There was a world, long ago, where humans were at their finest. They were geniuses, masters of all that and understanding of everything in existence. Magic, science, nothing was beyond their reach. However, there was one thing that they did not yet understand. Immortality. They could not discover the secret to immortality without destroying the mind or the body. Because of these dark consequences, research on Immortality was banned. Perhaps humans were never meant to be immortal beings. A group of scientists, hellbent on discovering the secrets to immortality despite the moral conviction of the rest of the world, took the city of Hav'ren and ripped it straight out of the ground using magic. Installing an artificial gravity and atmosphere generator, they separated the entire city and a massive amount of earth underneath it from the surface world. The rest of the planet took offense to this and sought to destroy the floating city. The scientists, calling upon forbidden techniques, unleashed plagues upon the world below to distract them before disappearing without a trace.

It reappeared in an entirely new dimension, where the scientists and their descendants continued their dark experiments for almost over a thousand years. Then, the people of that world grew strong enough to oppose the city and sought to destroy it. However, by then the entire of Hav'ren, nicknamed The City of Death, was composed entirely of failed experiments, scientists, magicians and alchemists. These people failed miserably, and the city once again disappeared, reappearing in another dimension.

However, this time, there poses a dilemma. The Scientists and magicians have run out of clean test subjects. They are forced to either experiment on themselves or kidnap people from the surface, revealing themselves prematurely. They decide to do the latter, fearing for their own lives.

Now, people are disappearing from the surface in the thousands, particularly women and children. This fact hits home for the populace of the planet and enrages them. Thus, they have assembled a small elite team to infiltrate the city, scout it out, and target weak points for the next force to move in and attack. The 'elite team' however is really only a bunch of social outcasts and 'heretics.' No one expects the scouting party to come back alive, they intend to use their deaths as a rallying point to charge in and destroy the city.

Unbeknownst to everyone, the scouts have a better chance of surviving than the entire army outside. They must sacrifice everything to stop the madmen in charge, and many will not return alive.
Will you take the risk?

Roles:
In Hav'ren:
((Note, if you choose a role in Hav'ren you may still assist the scouting party))

Undead:
Resurrected humans who's bodies have begun to decay after being brought back from the dead. They are stronger and faster than normal humans, but are slightly slower in intelligence and slow to understand others outside of their own guttural speech. They make up almost 70% of Hav'ren's population, and hate violence. NPC Undead will not attack unless provoked or threatened.

Demon possessed:
Demons have immortal souls, it was intended that the immortal demon soul could mesh with the immortal human soul to create an immortal body. This failed miserably, causing the possessed to have uncontrollable power, voices in the head, and occasionally a speedy death.

Magically enhanced or alchemy created beings:
Virtually limitless possibilities ranging from superior strength, longevity, mind altering, and limitless problems such as insanity, multiple limbs, frequent pain.

Specters:
Ghost-like beings who have separated their souls from their bodies. Although immortality has been achieved, they cannot return to their old bodies nor possess a new one. Thus, they are doomed to wander the city. Unable to touch or hurt anyone unless they separate their souls from their bodies. They can choose when to be seen and when to disappear. They may also control whether or not other beings can hear them.

Ani'hav:
The clearest thing to immortal that the scientists have so far. Ani'hav, although immortal, are unable to wield magic and are significantly weaker than normal humans. They can take and regenerate nearly an unlimited amount of damage, all the while maintaining a child-like or teenage appearance and shocking vitality. Sadly though, their brains often do not develop past the point of a teenager and some, who have not developed past that of a child, cannot foresee consequences to actions in any way.

Nearly any combination of the above:
Eliminate some abilities and keep all t'he faults.


Scouting team:
Witches:(note, only female, males have no magical ability on the planet)
Universally hated on the surface and often associated with the Magicians in Hav'ren, witches are at the top of the 'most hated' list of people on the surface. The witches are, however, often more powerful than the Magicians in Hav'ren. While the Magicians have spent countless generations working on one thing, the witches are versatile and their spells cover a wide range of areas.

Three types of witches:
Sorcerers:
Offensive witches with spells designed specifically to cause pain or kill.
Clerics:
Defensive witches with spells designed to heal and protect others, or plummet the strength of their enemy.
Hybrids:
Little of both.

Thieves:
Former warriors turned to thievery after being rejected upon returning home. They are superior in strength and agility to most humans, but have no magical ability.

Neron:
Small, black, rat-like beings that cover themselves in dark robes and bandages at all times. Their flesh is rotting off their bones, hence the bandages, and their eyes glow an eerie blue. However, they are immortal, cannot die of natural causes, and can foresee possible futures through dreams.

Humans:
Very varied beings. They may have a nearly infinite amount of varying attributes. However, only females are capable of using offensive magic. Males are only capable of performing minor sealing and enhancement spells.



((Each scouting team will be different, and multiple scout teams allows for maximum side missions and searches. However, there will be no more than three team. Each scouting team must have at least one of each species except Neron, who are optional. Each scouting team may have an unlimited amount of each species))

[Madysen]

Sage / Baeslan

Possessed human, created through alchemy


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The Creator was an old man, one of the more desperate. His own health was failing, and he could feel immortality, waiting, just out of his reach. His life would fade away before the year's end if he didn't find a way to sustain it. He sat on a stool, looking at his creation. The young girl wore a simple dress in a dull shade of grey. She was less than an hour old, but held the form of a child, perhaps six years of age. She would wake up any minute now, and he would know if his work had been a success. He prayed it had.

The girl stirred. The man sat up straighter. She pushed herself upright, and her eyes half opened. Slowly, she extended one hand. Stretched out the fingers. Made a fist. Tendons tightened beneath the skin of her hand, and muscles moved in her forearm. A perfect creation. A functioning human. The other hand extended in front of her, and she repeated the process again, grasping invisible objects. A smile spread across the Creator's face. She would live forever.

The young girl's eyes opened wide now, a seafoam green. Her jaw tightened, and she stared at the Creator, sitting up on her knees. She tried to speak, but she knew no words. A quiet keening noise escaped her mouth, and her expression changed just slightly. Fear. Apprehension. The Creator stood up from his bench, placing a hand on the young girl's shoulder. A second later, she began to spasm. Shudders rocked her body in a sudden seizure. Her hands shook. Her shoulders heaved. “No...no...stop, don't do that!” the old Creator muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't stand to see his one chance at redemption, at life, malfunctioning in such a way.

The girl was either unwilling or unable to acknowledge him. The shudders that racked her body increased, until she was convulsing uncontrollably. Her arms twisted, her back arched. Quickly, the Creator grabbed her shoulders and head, trying to make the girl hold still. He couldn't have this. Not from her. Not from the one thing that could have gone right. Finally, the shudders and convulsions began to slow, and stopped. The girl went limp, sitting hunched over on her knees. The Creator rubbed her back, in an almost fatherly manner. “Are you all right, my dear?” he asked, with genuine concern.

The only response was a whimper. The frail child spat bile onto the wooden floor, her pale eyes half-closed once more.

The Creator's health continued to decline, but his creation, christened Sage, grew. By the time she was two weeks old, she was saying her first words. She walked, albeit with the aid of crutches. She understood conversation, and responded if she knew the words.

The two of them sat, him behind a desk, her at a small table, in the same room she'd first awoken in. Hardwood floor, plain dark walls, a small chandelier, and a single door. The sight was reminiscent of a teacher and a student. Sage held a pencil, her grip loose enough that the lines barely appeared on the paper. But, ever so faintly, they were there. Letters. Even though she was only just beginning to speak, she could write more words than she could say. “What are you writing, Sage?” the Creator asked, setting his own pen down.

He stood up, making his way over to her table to look at what she'd made. Scrawling letters, wobbly lines, were drawn on the paper. With his failing eyesight, they were too faint for the Creator to see. “May I look closer?” he asked her, holding out his hand.

Sage let the pencil slip from her fingers, and it rolled off of the table. She picked up the paper, handing it to the old man and watching with half-lidded eyes. He peered at it through his glasses, eyes straining to make out the letters. There were a few lines of large text, the letters perhaps a half-inch high. I am Sage. I am power unbelievable. I am live fear pain scared forever. I am not want life. Though it seemed to be gibberish, the old man could understand the underlying meaning. He knew things about Sage that an outsider couldn't. The young girl, who rarely ventured outside of this room, was a complete mystery to the rest of the world. But to her Creator, she was only a slight enigma. He knew what the words meant. Sage was in pain, every second of every day. What he had thought to be a perfect creation was flawed, in so many ways. Her neurons fired without warning, causing sudden flashes of pain when there was nothing wrong with her body. Her brain was chemically imbalanced, causing visual and auditory hallucinations. When she'd first managed to tell him that she heard voices and saw figures invisible to the rest of the world, he'd suspected a demonic possession. The idea had been quickly disregarded. She was too weak, too frail. The possessed humans were nothing like Sage. With medication, her Creator had been able to stop most of these hallucinations, but nothing would ever completely make the nightmares go away.

But the second line...the second line of her writing had made him pause. I am power unbelievable. Was it wishful thinking? The hopes and dreams of a girl too frail to walk without crutches? “Sage, what's this mean?” the man asked, kneeling down beside the table and pointing to the text. “I am power unbelievable?”

Seafoam green eyes stared back at him, half-closed and sleepy looking. Sage's jaw clenched for a few seconds before she spoke. “In...Incom-m-ming,” she forced out, her voice as frail and shaky as the rest of her.

Confusion registered on the Creator's face. Sage's eyes opened wider, and her lips twitched up into a small smile. With no warning, her fist flashed out with blinding speed, connecting with her Creator's forehead. The old man fell back with a loud yelp, landing flat on the ground. Sage stood from her seat. The crutches leaned against the table as she pressed her foot against the old man's neck. The skin across her knuckles had split open from the force of the punch, but she seemed to not notice it. “Sage...wha-what?” he stammered in disbelief.

The tiny girl's foot pushed down on his throat, with more force than she should possess. “Sage?” she asked, and her head twitched, tilting slightly now, “Who's that? There's no Sage here. I'm Baeslan.

Her foot still resting on the Creator's throat, she rolled her shoulders. Cracks resounded along her spine, and the smile on her face grew. The old man stared up, shocked to see the young girl speaking so fluently, moving so efficiently. This wasn't like her...it was impossible. “Sage isn't strong, yet. She can't tell you anything. Can't walk, can't talk, can't communicate at all. But she managed to get her message across pretty well, didn't she? I think so...So, who's Baeslan? Baeslan's the other part of her. Baeslan is me. Your little creation wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for Baeslan. Your clever bit of alchemy needed more power than you possibly could have put into it. I am that power. I'm a demon, and a damn good one. Sage, as you call this...this body, was right there, weak, up for the taking. I snuck in, just as you were forming her. We share a mind.

“Did you know she hurts, all the time? She's not hurting right now. She's floating off in a corner of our mind, completely peaceful. And you know what else? She's enjoying this,” Baeslan continued, leaning forward slightly. “Every...second...of it. She's going to watch as I kill the ungrateful, selfish, human who forced her into this world, and she'll enjoy it wholeheartedly. She wants to see you dead, and I'm here to help her get what she wants.”

The Creator struggled, but it was useless. He struggled against the force of a demon. Baeslan's foot, Sage's foot, pressed hard against his throat, and air stalled in his mouth, unable to reach his lungs. Slowly, his struggles grew weaker, and then ceased. “She'll be strong. I'll take care of her, don't you worry,” Baeslan said with a grin, removing her foot from the old man's throat.

She suddenly twitched, spasming several times before falling to the ground beside her dead Creator. Sage coughed, and vomited up whatever food had been in her stomach. She was breathing heavily, as though she had just ran a marathon. After several long minutes, she pushed herself up onto her knees, and crawled to the table. Grabbing her crutches, she slowly left the room.

Let me.

No.

I can do it...let me take over.

No.

Baeslan was right there, as always, floating just on the edge of Sage's consciousness. She could feel her, wanting to take control. It was an effort to tell her 'no'. But Sage was sure she could handle the current situation. She may not move as quick as Baeslan could, or be as strong, but she could handle it.

She had grown over the past two years. Sage no longer looked like a frail young child, but a slightly weak young adult. There were definite muscles hidden underneath her skin, but only a keen eye could pick them out. She still walked with crutches, unless she let Baeslan take over. When Baeslan was in control, Sage could sit back and watch. Watch as her body moved and jumped and did things that would otherwise be impossible.

Right now...if she let Baeslan take over, it would be easier. She wouldn't have to try to sneak past the group of Undead up ahead. Though they were usually non-violent...they still unnerved her. There was something so wrong, so unnatural, about decaying humans walking around the streets of Hav'ren. Such a concept dipped straight to the bottom of the uncanny valley. If she let Baeslan take over, there would be bloodshed, and she didn't want that,

You're walking really slow...I could get us around a lot quicker.

No.

Come on, Sage. Please? I'm asking nicely.

No.

Then it came. Sage had been expecting it. An unsuppressable push at her consciousness. Baeslan was frustrated, and was fighting for control. She stopped walking, leaning on her crutches for support. Her half-closed eyes shut tightly, and her jaw clenched. Baeslan cut it out!

The push lessened, finally fading away. Sage gave a slight sigh before continuing to walk. You're still walking too slow...

Shut up.

Age: 2
Apparent Age: 17
Height: 5'7”
Build: Thin

Sage was created through alchemy. During the process, Baeslan, a demon, lent her power in order for the experiment to be successful. Until weeks later, Sage's creator had no notion of this.

Sage and Baeslan share the same body. They are in a constant fight for control. Where Sage is calm and submissive, Baeslan is outspoken and has natural violent tendencies. The two are constantly locked in a mental war, each trying to beat the other.

Sage, as Baeslan often points out, is in constant pain due to neuron firings throughout her body. At times, she is forced to relinquish control to Baeslan, retreating into a corner of their consciousness. If not, seizures and immense pain would occur for her. Baeslan has the power to block out the pain, much like an anaesthetic, but only while she is in control.

[Lemonadeparade]

I will be posting mine ASAP, I am probably going to try to make her a mixture of a thief and a witch c; if that is okay by you!

Name: Dove
Age: 20
Role/Species/Explanation: Witch and a thief, often looked down upon by most people that she meets. It isn't as if she chose to be this way, her father abandoned her pregnant mother, whom was a white witch. (historically there were some witches that were a bit more accepted, medicinally) Her mother had died when she was sixteen from pneumonia, rendering her penniless. This life of shambles had driven her to accept her heritage as someone who worked with the dark arts as well as her mother's medicinal studies . Through studying, she had mastered her magic well enough to become an apothecary of sorts, a medicine woman.

Quite often though, she lets her younger devious side take over; leading her to scam people out of as much money as possible. This also includes stealing from markets using spells or distractions, she has only been caught once or twice, but nothing was ever really done about it since she was quite young. Her life of witchery and thievery has limited her allies and friends, making her a bit icy and reserved.

Appearance:

I will add more and more, just give me a bit!

[Stagnant Soul]

Madysen and lemonade obviously accepted

Lemonade you don't need to expand if you'd rather not, that bio is fine with me.

[CloudyDreams]

Yeee!! I'll get my CS ASAP as soon as I'm done making replies with my current RP's.

(Pic will be added later)

Name: Felice Solaris
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Height: 5'4
Weight: 120lbs.

Race: Witch
Class:Cleric

Skills: Her magic suits her personality and mood the best.

Healing Aura: The range and the amount healed by this spell is affected by Felice's mood. When she is perfectly normal while casting this spell, a warm golden aura surrounds her scout members, knitting up small wounds and increasing the healing rate for larger wounds. When upset or angry, the range and healing is considerably shortened. Using this spell more than three times a day will completely exhaust her.

Discipline: Get her mad, and she'll throw this hurling fury of vengeance at you. This spell is capable of having both healing and damaging (well...) capabilities. When used against an enemy, it sends out a paralytic shock, only stunning them. Felice is at her most vulnerable after casting this spell.

Holy Barrier: A simple, easy five-word incantation where a glowing bubble forms around a single person. This shield is able to absorb average and small attacks, but cannot completely neutralize a powerful attack. If she is attacked while holding this spell, the effect is canceled. The longer she keeps the spell, the more of her energy is used.

Ensnare: Felice is able to call up 'holy' chains to bind an enemy. The strength of this chain is based on how large the victim is. (The larger, the more powerful. Vice-versa). This can only be used for a short minute or two.

Exploding Light Ball: A long-ranged weak offensive spell that explodes on contact. This is her only offensive spell and takes up little stamina, depending on her rage.



More to come as she travels(?).

Personality: A kind woman who always tries to make things better, no matter how bad the situation is. She is humorous in a sadistic way, eccentric and full of life. She had constant mood swings, depressed one minuted and bubbly the next. Though she tries hard to stay holy and be a good cleric, her sadistic traits sometimes overpowers her good.

Bio: *Mind explodes* Thinking.

[Wintersweet]

Name: Emrys Conway
Race: Specter
Age of Death: Twenty-Three
Height: 6'2''
Weight at Time of Death: 153 lbs.
Kin (All Deceased): Anemone Conway (Mother), Caldwell Conway (Father), Juniper Conway (Sister), Harold Conway (Uncle).
A Short Description: Emrys was born to his loving parents, Anemone and Caldwell Conway, who lived a relatively quiet life. Growing up as a very spirited boy, Emrys was very loving and close to his mother, father, and sister especially. However, Caldwell's crazy brother, Harold, was a scientist intent on giving his family immortality. First, Harold killed Caldwell in a crazy experiment trying to turn Caldwell immortal. Juniper was the second to die by his hand. By the time Harold was to try and turn Emrys immortal, he had much attachment to his only family, and willingly agreed to Harolds experiments, not knowing Harold had been the demise of Emrys' beloved sister and father. Harold succeeded in making Emrys immortal, only Emrys was a specter. Out of grief from all of her family being killed or otherwise demented, Anemone committed suicide. Harold managed to kill himself, trying to grant himself immortality. Emrys, torn over the terrible fate of his family, wandered Hav'ren in despair and melancholy. As he realized the scientists are back to take more culprits, Emrys is determined to stop them, ethereal or not.
Picture:

A couple questions:
1. Are specters always and forever will be ethereal? Or is there a way for them to touch people? (No worries, either way my toon will still be a specter. =D)
2. Is there a limit of one character per? (Not sure if I want to create another toon quite yet, but in case I decide I do... =D)

Thanks so much!

[Stagnant Soul]

Can't wait cloudy!

1. Yes, specters will always be ethereal, they cannot touch others, but they control whether or not they are seen. Try thinking of them as leaders that show people the ways to go in the city, or lead them into traps

2. Make as many as you'd like, I may NPC a scouting party if needed or fill slots of needed.


Oh, and yes, accepted xD

NPCs:

Stagnant Soul Project Control

The one who brings the day.

Stagnant Soul Project leader

The one who brings the night.

{{--TWENTY YEARS AGO!!--}}
{{--9:31 PM!!--}}
{{--AHAHAHAHAAA!!--}}


The small woman sat alone in the empty room. Her eyes and head covered by a helmet that connected into her spine. Out of her spine came an arm thick cord that connected directly into the wall. Men behind glass shook their heads sadly as they looked upon her. So much potential, and now totally unresponsive in her mind. While capable of thought, there was none to be found. What were they to do? A scientist turned to the only man in the room not dressed in a lab coat.
"Forgive us Commander Shior, it's impossible without aid of demonic forces. We can bring her body back, but not her mind. Your wife is gone."
The blonde man leaned forward on the desk and began punching in numbers on the computer. The scientist crooked his head and inquired.
"Commander, w-what are you doing?"
The man's eyes could barely be seen underneath his may of hair. Yet to the scientist they were clear as day, carrying the cold, calculating look of one who had lost the person most dear to him and would do anything to bring her back.
"If you cannot bring back her mind Doctor, then I will make a new one."

The woman inside the room leaned forward, moving for the first time. With incredible strength and pain, she grasped the machine on her head and screamed in agony. The scream, so loud and ear splitting, travelled right through the soundproof glass and echoed throughout the control room. The scientist lunged at Shior, crying out.
"You're killing her! She can't handle the complete memory writing under these conditions!"
Shior, without turning to face the scientist, ordered.
"Security, restrain our friend here."
Two large men, part demon part something else, grabbed the scientist and forced him to the floor.*

The more Shior typed, the louder the woman's scream became. It started as a ripcord of pain, but quickly turned into a screech of utter agony. Shockingly, the woman stood despite the pain and tore herself free from the machine, ripping part of the machine connected to her spinal cord out with her. Then, she collapsed to her knees and made sobbing noises. However, underneath the mask that brutally covered her eyes, no tears came. There were no eyes to bring tears. Shior walked out of the room then, leaving the scientist and the guards. Entering the room where the woman kneeled and sobbed, Shior set a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Annabelle, rise."
The sobbing noise stopped, as if something clicked in the woman's head, and she stood. A small, quiet voice came from her throat.
"What are thy orders? Commander?"
Shior smiled wickedly and replied.
"Annabelle, magic has failed us, science has failed us, the world beyond has even failed us. I will build a machine, a machine to connect everything. You will be its control, its life. I need you to create immortality from machinery. Take life, and make it last forever. Can you do this for me? Annabelle?"
The woman hesitated for but a moment before replying.
"It shall be done."



{{--PRESENT DAY!!--}}
{{--2:51 AM!!--}}
{{--AHAHAHAHAAA!!--}}

"It is almost finished, Commander."

Shior breathed a sigh of relief. This was it, as he thought the child Annabelle and he had grown for almost seven years was to be completed. The massive machine Annabelle controlled with her mind slowly moved in front of him, assisting the scientists below as Annabelle herself stood beside Shior. Their child, the one that would finally complete their search for immortality, it was almost here. Setting a hand on Annabelle's shoulder, he smiled for the first time in many years. He addressed Annabelle by the nickname he gave her in their first year of marraige.
"Thank you, Anna."

And she responded the same.

"You're welcome, Shi-Shi."

[RulerOfTheSkye]

Hey Zannah. Is there any way Skye could be a Theif?

[CloudyDreams]

Ask me if you want to change anything. :3 I will definitely get my bio up tomorrow night.
-_- My imagination has been put into a paper cutter machine, burned then thrown into the river of mud.

[Stagnant Soul]

Yes Skye xD

Cloudy, just want to know, how does each spell affect her stamina? Also, you can have offensive spells if you'd like, and/or large weapons(), just can't be specialized in that xD
Can't wait to see what you come up with for history! Or if you'd rather reveal it ICly then I'm good with that. Accepted.