bumping because of drastically changed OOC LOL (i hope that's allowed?)
--ANIME STYLE STORY--
*Note: This and many other future RPs I create will be based on this story I made and developed throughout high school. The world will be the same, and the general outline of the heroes, but the places and stories will be different and very malleable up to my and your discretion.*
IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS! Don't be afraid to ask! If you have any suggestions, don't be afraid to share. I want this to be enjoyable and fun for everyone, and I need to know what I may be doing not enough of, or too much of. Thanks.
An anime-style fiction following a group of young heroes who are sent on a mission to a faraway and unfamiliar land. Strange criminal activity has been suspected, and it looks like there's a new dark organization on the prowl. Takes inspiration from Naruto, Soul Eater, Full Metal Alchemist, and X-Men. Takes place in world without futuristic technology, but up to date on pretty much everything else. More in tune with one's "inner energies." There are basically two sides to choose in this battle: Minors vs. Blackwings. The Minors are the good guys, fighting with their elemental powers. Blackwings are members of the secret organization focused on creating new and powerful technologies that will give them physical advantages over everyone else, to steal, kill, and climb their way up in society. Think a group of bandits, but much more intelligent and sophisticated with what they can do. Takes place in an overarching world that I will describe below, with many aspects.
I'm hoping to have most of the story (if not all) take place in Subzero. This is a place of cold Antarctic temperatures and tundras. There can be many cities and towns in this country, but keep it within the "cold" theme. There can be anything from a village made of igloos and eskimo-like people, or a gigantic ice sculpture of a city. I'm trying to give as much creative leeway to the players as I can, while keeping the main "how this world works" the same.
In this world, skilled fighters can be either of great physical prowess - martial arts, physical strength, and so on - or of great spiritual prowess. Everyone has "vitalis" an energy force that resides within their body and is linked to their mental and physical capabilities. Think chakra, chi, soul force, and so on. Experienced people can use this energy to amplify their physical abilities, or generate this energy from their bodies and into other things. One thing that comes to mind is a gun that blasts said energy. Or using their energy to combine with their weapon so that they control it like an extension of themselves. Get creative with it. Just know that this energy exists and is up for you to use.
The elements of this world are the four major ones: Fire, Water, Earth, Wind. And then, the extensions of these elements, the second-tier (but not stronger, just another level) which are, respectively, Lightning, Ice, Metal, and Sound. Along with these are two pairs of "opposite forces" that keep the world in balance. These are, Mind/Life, and Light/Darkness. Making a total of 12 energies that keep the world in check. Below, I elaborate on a few things that might have some people confused:
1) MIND - the power of mental strength - mainly telekinesis, but also think telepathy, mind possession, force fields of mind energy.
2) LIFE - the power of using life force to battle - making inanimate objects come to life, life energy blasts, life-energy clones, astral projection, sucking life out of things, healing, etc.
3) Water vs Ice: I know it's a bit strange to have this because ice is technically water. Let's just say that the Water character will not be able to turn their water into ice and it is just WATER.
4) Lightning - doesn't have to be only sky/weather lightning. Think electricity.
So, listed below together, they are:
Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Light (includes control of plantlife), Darkness, Mind, Life, Lightning, Ice, Metal, Sound.
1) MINOR - A Minor is a character that has the abilities of one of the twelve elements. You are free to pick one of the elements, and customize them as you wish. DO NOT OVERPOWER THEM, they are young and still learning, so they are not veterans or anything of the sort. They are just good.
2) BLACKWING - A Blackwing is a member of the bandit organization BLACKWINGS, focused on engineering and using new technologies to steal from others and gain social status, both collectively and individually. They are like a mafia, and are disciplined fighters. Their main theme is black, and their symbol is the Crow. Use that to your liking in the designing of their weapons.
The Minors are watched under the 12-man Council who gave them their powers. Consequently, each individual Minor has their own "advisor" of the same element in the Council with much more experience but are too old to do anything anymore. The Council won't really be an integral part of the story, but you can include them randomly here and there.
I'm looking to build further aspects of the story as it goes on, but also to have a good amount of action and using of powers, so let's do this!!
(optional read, just some further background information on the organization, its origins and plan)
Founded only 10 years ago, BLACKWINGS is a criminal organization that has been under the radar for quite some time. It has spent a decade preparing and gathering the personnel and materials necessary to carry out their plan - to overtake the peaceful cities and towns of Subzero as their own.
They originated in a small placed called Karasu Village, just on the outskirts of Subzero. The village was small, and modest, but it was self-sufficient and rarely did they ever bother anyone outside of their realm. The people were known for their good hearts and creativity. Many of the villagers were interested in the mechanics of weapons, and simple machines, and were very interested to learn more and be able to engineer things. They would compete with one another, to see who could build a more efficient and improved technology to make things simpler such as transportation, and simple inventions that would help around the home. In fact, the village was probably on the verge of becoming one of the most technologically advanced and intelligent small-towns in history. If only they were given more time.
One day a small group of bandits liked what they saw and took everything they had. Raiding homes and taking their belongings, they saw the potential these inventors had and the intelligence and creativity that was slowly blossoming before their eyes. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Killing everyone except those with engineering capabilities, they made them their slaves and took all the books and written works they had so that the bandits themselves could learn what they had worked so hard to become. Stealing their lives, their village, and even their knowledge, they began to use this knowledge of highly-efficient simple machine engineering to apply to new weapons and combat materials. In turn, some of the old villagers even began to admire their take on it, and their simple, kind hearts washed into a greedy black as they began to take active, enthusiastic even, roles into creating weapons and armor. Slowly the bandits and the leftover villagers became the same, and, taking the Crow as their symbol, the most common pest in the village that used to be, they became the BLACKWINGS.
Stemming from the bandits' greed and the villagers' need to show they were no longer weak, and both of their desires for status and power, a new group was made, a pretentious, yet powerful and sneaky group was born. 10 years of gaining more personnel, materials, and plans for what they needed to accomplish, they are only now starting to carry out their plan of taking over Subzero, starting with some of their reasonably-sized villages...
THE MINORS ELABORATED
Who are the Minors, exactly? Where did they come from?
As you know by now, the world is governed by 12 energies. These 12 energies used to exist in their most pure form, floating about the universe freely, causing no harm and doing nothing other than proof that they existed, and perhaps proof that there was a God. They had been there ever since the beginning of time. However, when havoc began to arise in the world and people began to give into their greed, jealousy, and began committing sins against one another, the energies reacted. People began getting more powerful; the world was getting out of control. People began seeking power - the most magically intelligent criminals tried to harness the energies' powers, trying to take them for their own.
As a result, the energies sealed themselves within 12 people, each of the elements finding a person that fit their aspects the most. This way, they could hide themselves and the pursuit to find the powers and obtain them, experiment with them, would go away. These people today are the Council, after three centuries. The energies that live within them are what keep them immortal and looking young. Now, the Council watch over the world to make sure nothing like the chaos two centuries ago would ever happen again. They resolve all major problems among the nations of the world, and there was a time of balance that has so far lasted two centuries. In the most recent incident, a man by the name of White Cloak (not relevant to this RP) came close to extracting the powers from the Council, but his plans were crushed when the Council was able to re-seal the part of their powers extracted from them away in new people, younger people - the Minors.
After searching and retrieving them, teaching them about their powers and training them in combat and using their powers for a year and a half, they have become somewhat refined, and carry out the dirty, but most exciting work the Council has for them. They are the future protectors of the world - they are the humble Minors. Yet, they are still teenagers, and still learning much what they need to know to become as wise as the Council. They are still young, and still act just as teenagers their age would. But perhaps they are a bit more mature. And of course, never pick a fight with any of them.
Powerful as they are, they are still growing and do their best to keep the balance that has existed for so long, going up against only the biggest and baddest threats to the peace the Council has worked so hard to uphold. Will they be able to finish the task? Or are they still too young and easily defeated? Come join me, and we'll find out.
- Basic rules really, just don't throw any bs. I'm okay with cursing, but not a huge amount of it and no killing unless given permission by the victim and myself. Try to post at least two or three paragraphs, add to the story a little but not an overwhelming amount.
CHARACTER SHEET (NOT REQUIRED, but it'd be useful)
Name: Derek Kurosawa
Shadow Phasing - passing through solid objects, even the floor.
Shadow Form - changing his limbs into shadow energy resembling the chosen limb that can stretch and attack from far away
Shadow Summoning/Control - controls present or summoned shadows and solidifies them to help attack long and short distances.
Bright and focused lights. The brighter it is, the less stable his shadow energies are and the less darkness there is. His shadow-phasing abilities are easily negated as long as you get his feet while he is above ground (his feet must remain tangible so he does not fall underground).
Derek is a serious person and usually has little to say, but is more active in small groups. He is the dark, mysterious and observant type, and strong. He will protect the people he cares about at all costs but is not very high-energy and gets annoyed at over-enthusiastic people easily. He is not used to girls liking him so he will easily blush and show a very vulnerable side to him if a girl makes it clear she has an interest in him. He is stoic, and would much rather do something about problems than complain about them uselessly. He has a bad-ass vibe to him, not someone you would see trying too hard but is more laid-back and cool. He rarely shows weakness, and is not the smartest fighter, so a tactician or sorts is a good pair with him, to tell him what the best idea is so he can carry it out.
Short, spiky black hair, mean, black eyes, pale face, average muscular build and about 5 foot 11.
Derek comes from a Bandit/Ninja Village. In this village, there were two clans, both trained in bandit and ninja arts, originating in the past to gain power and authority. However, the two grew parallel to one another and seemingly at the same rate. Presently they are still fighting over who gets more authority in the village they live in but it has been a great war between the two of them for a long time. Derek was a prodigy among his generation and learned faster than his brothers, quick on his feet and quick to grasp new concepts. However, he does not like the warfare present between the two rival clans and wishes there were a way to unite and stop the violence.
It's been a long time since anything's ever happened at Subzero. However, recently, many cities and towns have been attacked and strange people have been gathering around in the middle of the tundras and blowing things up... Nothing's really happened yet, but just what is going on? Hopefully the people of Subzero are just being scaredy-cats. After all, they're such a peaceful people. Why would they know what real danger really looks like? But in any case, the Minors have to go check it out. It's their responsibility after all, after gaining these powers. They have a responsibility to themselves and the rest of the world. Gaining these powers not too long ago, they were trained by the Council in both combat and skill usage. When it comes down to it, however, they are a force to be reckoned with.
In the snowy, peaceful country, lies a patch of dark snow. And its blackness is spreading, coming from different corners and growing like an infection. The Blackwings are serious. They will take, they will maim, they will do whatever it takes to get what they want, both individually and as a group. Just what lies ahead? Who will they meet? And what will happen when the push comes to shove and the real challenges hit these teenagers right where it hurts? Come... and let's find out together.
AND SO IT BEGINS...
Things were moving so slowly lately. Nothing had gone wrong in such a while that Kurosawa Derek almost forgot what it was like to have a good fight. But it was just as well, he supposed. The more peace, the better. That's why he was here, after all. However, getting sent to Subzero? Because of possible criminal activity? It didn't feel... right. Subzero was always so peaceful and full of kind people. Of all places to start having criminal outbreaks, why would it be Subzero? These were the thoughts that passed by Derek Kurosawa's mind as he leaned against the railing of the ship he was on, feeling the sways of the thick ocean waters beneath him. The cold air breathed briskly against his face as he looked up at the white, wispy clouds above.
"It's getting colder," Derek moaned to himself, keeping his eyes on the pale sky. He turned his dark, black eyes to look in the direction the ship was facing, searching for any land ahead. "We must be getting close." Derek for one couldn't wait to get off. They had been on the boat for about five hours, slowly treading along the icy waters. It's not that he didn't want to see Subzero - people rarely ever get to visit because it is so far from everywhere else. He just hated the cold, and he hated being bothered by it.
Breathing in the cool, unfamiliar air, Derek groaned and looked around him. As the ship was progressing through the ocean, as slow as it was, there were more and more ice formations in the water. Big blocks of ice would float on by, like a forgotten boogie board of the Antarctic. Derek couldn't see anything in the horizon; it was all a white, icy fog.
With his brown, thick-gloved hands, he brushed his spiky black hair back a little in exasperation, sighing, "What could possibly be going on here? This is probably just a waste of time..." Derek murmured to himself, listening to the waves wash smoothly against the ships side. The ocean was a bit rough today. Probably nothing's going to end up happening, Derek thought. I don't feel like taking too much trouble from this trip. Though there was a feeling inside him that told him it was going to be the exact opposite.
"We're getting close, ten minutes until we reach land!" the captain shouted from the control room of the ship. Derek could hear his voice loud and clear, like he was using a megahorn. "If you got some things that need'a packin', y'all better get'im now!!" he shouted once again from above.
"Finally," Derek said to himself with another sigh of exasperation. "I wonder what the others are up to..." He tugged at his white scarf to make sure it was snug against his neck. Crossing his arms and leaning against the railing of the ship, he continued to look forward, waiting to arrive on land.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Derek went back to his room to pack his things to prepare for landing. Pacing himself down the wooden boards that lined the ship’s main floor, he entered the ship’s interior corridor to find his room. The team was lucky enough to get one room per person. Walking down the corridor, he felt the steps of his shoes against the wooden ground. The corridor was thin, and it was dark, one side with doors leading into separate rooms and the other side line with small, circular windows letting the pale sunlight in.
Derek walked into his room and collected his things. He didn’t unpack too much – to be honest, he had slept most of the trip. Feeling the room sway with the rest of the ship, he carefully made his way over to his backpack and recounted his items. The team was never allowed to bring much with them – they had to pack lightly and efficiently. Most of his backpack was just medicine, some provisions, bandages, and some extra clothes.
Also inside his backpack was a short, black knife, with a black, streaming ribbon tied into a knot at the end of it. He never used it, he just brought it around with him everywhere he went. It was his only personal belonging, something he had since he was a child. Picking up the knife from inside the bag, he held it in his hand, and for a moment, he felt complete. He remembered the day he got it, and the day he began his training as a ninja to help fight for the clan. He was only 5, but he was so excited.
Smiling to himself, Derek put away his keepsake back into his backpack and brought himself back to reality. He had to focus at the task at hand.
“Let’s just get this over with,” he said as he slung the backpack across his shoulders and put it in place. His black leather jacket made a slight noise with it as it came to a rest on his shoulders. Walking to the big, white door of the room, Derek took one last glance. The room was dark – the lights weren’t even on. The bed was left unmade and the sheets were carelessly strewn on the bed from when he took a nap. There was a small brown desk at the end of the room with a lamp, and a red carpet on the floor. Basic, but Derek had somewhat gained an attachment to it and the comfort it offered.
No more time to rest from here on out, he thought to himself. Taking one last breath of content, he left the room, locking the door behind him, just as the ship seemed to stop moving.
Suddenly, the ship’s horn blared heavily throughout corridor. “We’re here!!” Derek heard the captain’s voice echo past him. He made his way quickly out of the hallway, running out of the main interior of the ship and into the ship’s edge so he could get a good look at the land.
“Nice,” he said, smirking to himself as he looked pleasantly on the icy ground below. There was a good half a foot of snow already on the ground, though it wasn’t snowing at the moment. There was a main pathway he could see with less snow, leading to a small building up ahead. Tugging at his scarf one last time, he made his way to thank the captain for the ride and to give his salutations as he and the rest of the team said goodbye.
“You’ll find your first stop just down that pathway right there,” the captain pointed to the somewhat cleared pathway Derek had noticed before.
The building at the end of it was at a modest height. It was no grand mansion but it was a nicely lit building with warm lights coming out from its arched windows. It even had two floors and a balcony! Snow covered the top parts of it like a layer of frosting on a cake. The lights inside flickered and swayed, from a fireplace, perhaps? “Just walk down that path and into the small hotel and you’ll be further debriefed by the mayor of the nearby city, Celestion.”
“Celestion, huh…” Derek murmured to himself as he took in what the captain was saying. He turned back to get another good look at the building. Derek couldn’t wait to find some warmth. “Thanks, captain, have a safe trip back. We’ll call for you when we’re done,” Derek turned back to the old man.
The captain stroked his long, white beard and tipped his white hat. His stocky stature was reminiscent of Santa Claus, but in blue, yellow, and white captain clothing. “Yeah,” he nodded to the team as he made his way back to the control room. “Be safe, I want the same number of people coming back on board when this is all over! You hear?”
The team smiled and waved at the captain as they made their way down and off the ship. The walk to the hotel was a bit strange, since Derek wasn’t used to walking on snow. Actually, it was the first time he’s ever seen it. How uselessly annoying, he thought. Also, why weren’t there any other buildings around besides the hotel? Strange, Derek thought to himself as they made their way down the path. It was a short walk, and they soon found themselves at the front of the door.
Derek brushed the snow off of his shoes as he observed the door in front of them. It was a huge, wooden door with a golden ring at the top-center for knocking. It had some pretty fancy but simplistic designs to it, and the building gave off a classy vibe. Before they could even knock, the big door swung wide open –
“Hello! Welcome, welcome!” a young woman dressed in an orange dress and white apron and server hat opened the door. She had short, brown hair and wore her serving hat like a tiara. She must have been one of the hotel workers. “We were expecting you! Sorry to make you come all the way to Celestion!” she said as she bowed in a welcoming motion. The rest of the team bowed, as well. “Come in, come in!” she insisted, opening the door wider. “The mayor is waiting for you just up ahead. There is currently no one else staying at the hotel, so please, make yourselves feel at home!”
Upon entering the main lobby of the hotel, Derek was greeted by a burst of warm air against his face, comforting him as warmth was something he would pick any day over cold. The interior of the hotel was even fancier than the outside. The lobby had an orange-gold and brown theme.
There was a big, red and gold carpet in the center and the reception desk was further ahead of them, large, flat, and shiny clean. Two receptionists were at the desk, looking over at past records.
Above, there was a bright, yellow chandelier, its crystals like diamonds, shining brilliantly to the team below. There was a small place with a few sofa chairs and tables, right in front of a huge fireplace to the left of them, flickering and snapping once in a while to let them know it was still burning strong.
At the front of the desk, an old man in what seemed like his 50s stood, waiting for the team. He wore a big brown peacoat and was a man of average stature. His hair was gray, and so was the big mustache on his face and had friendly but serious eyes. His hands wore brown leather gloves and he had a cane to help him walk. “The Minors! Thank you for coming to my wonderful city,” he greeted them in a raspy, but still loud enough voice. “As you may know, Celestion is known for its hospitality and exotic foods, so I’m hoping you get to enjoy it if you possibly could. I am the humble mayor and you can call me Mr. Samson. For now, however, we must focus on the situation at hand, yes, yes we shall.”
The old man was obviously enthusiastic. Derek found him to be a bit talkative, but at least he got straight to the point about why they were there. “Hey, by the way, old man…” Derek spoke up. “If we’re in Celestion right now, then why aren’t there any other buildings around?” Derek
inquired as the hostess from before shut the door and made her way to the mayor’s side.
“Good question, youngster!” the old man cracked. “Right now, we are technically at Celestion Bay. I figure you guy would like a quick place to stop before heading too deep into Subzero… the rest of the country isn’t as nice as my city, you know!” he cackled to himself in blatant pride of his city. “I had this hotel built here for any travelers coming from a long trip through the sea and had it so that they had a warm place to go to after being out in the cold for so long before heading into the main city. The real heart of Celestion is about ten minutes from here, and not too far away.”
“I see,” Derek said. “So that explains it…” he wondered to himself. “Anyway, what’s going on here? There better be a good reason we got sent all the way here,” Derek insisted.
“Yes, yes,” the mayor began. “First off, we’re not sure who’s behind this, but crime rates have gone up drastically high throughout the past few months. At first, we thought it was nothing, but it kept happening, and the ways people were targeted were all the same. The reports citizens kept coming back with were too similar… I knew something had to be up,” the mayor continued. “Celestion is usually a harmless city, as is the rest of Subzero. This country is not known for it conflicts, as you know, and for good reason… However, these events are no joke. The lives of many of good people have been taken, property has been damaged, and the city is losing track and finding it harder and harder to keep up with all of it!” the mayor groaned in anguish. He took a moment of silence to look down, gripping his cane tightly. “Even my own home, and my daughter, Kayla…” he said through gritted teeth. “She was only 10…”
The team had a moment of realization and looked at the old man with sympathy. He was clearly having a hard time containing himself.
“Please! Minors!” he broke out in plea. “I need you to help me get to the bottom of this! It isn’t just my city it’s happening in, it’s been all over the place! Surely this is not just a random occurrence, surely someone – or something – is behind this! I need your help!”
Derek closed his eyes for a moment and took in a deep breath. How terrible, he thought. Taking the lives of not only the innocent, but of children as well? Maybe something was happening after all. This was no normal crime streak. People were getting assassinated.
“What’s the first step?” one of the other Minors asked.
“Yeah,” another one agreed. “How can we help?”
“Yes, yes,” the mayor said. The happy enthusiasm he had just moments ago was now overcome with seriousness and pain, but a light of determination as well. “Take a look at the reports of all the families that were affected and the lives of people taken away. There is no clear pattern, but the attackers were always able to get away undetected and very swiftly – faster than a normal person should be able to.” The mayor went behind the desk and took out a folder containing pictures and reports of the crimes.
“Strange,” one of the other Minors noted.
“Yes, quite,” the mayor added. “It was like they were able to fly.” Derek looked at the files with a grimace. Fly? He thought. “Also, look at some of the markings on the pictures. Theres have been huge burn and slash marks in all of the incidents. If I hadn’t known better, I’d say a team of monsters were ravaging my city!” Mr. Samson exclaimed. “I don’t know how they’re doing this. They are able to escape so quickly, from great heights even. No one has ever looked one in the eye.”
What the hell… Derek thought to himself. This has to be a joke…
Just then, another hostess came from a room in the back in a rush. “Mayor Samson!!” she exclaimed in a shrill voice, grabbing everyone’s attention. She looked very flustered, and as if she had just seen a ghost. “Mayor Samson! I just got a call saying Celestion is under attack!”
“What!” the Mayor shouted, his voice dropping. “Who?”
“We’re not sure, Mayor! But, families and their homes are being ripped apart and destroyed by explosives… they seem to be coming from the sky!” the hostess explained. “There seems to be a group of people flying over Celestion dropping them and attacking people on the street! No one can make out any faces, but they’re flying with huge, black wings attached to them! They must be mechanical!”
“No way…” Derek’s jaw dropped. Such sophisticated technology. Bombs, attached wings, slashing through the city? Just what the hell was happening? Derek’s heart began beating with anticipation. Well, he thought. In any case, I’ll get to fight again. He smiled at the thought. It had been way too long.
“Mayor-sama!” one of the other hostesses exclaimed, bringing her hand to her mouth in a gasp as she looked outside the window. A small team of them are coming right now!”
“Impossible!” the Mayor shouted out. He rushed to the window himself so that he could see. The Minors did the same. She was right. In the distance, three to five big pairs of wings were soaring through the air, headed straight in their direction.
“There’s no time to waste,” Derek said, cracking his neck a little. He held his neck with his hand. “Let’s go!”
The team burst through the front door just as fast as they came in. All of them took their place in the snow, watching as the big, threatening machines came closer. It still wasn’t clear just what was happening, or who these people were. But one thing was obvious – they had to be stopped.
As they approached, the team heard their voices.
“It’s them… Let’s kill them.”
“Yeah,” another voice laughed. “We’ll definitely get promoted for this…”
At that moment, the airborne team dropped black spheres from the sky. “Bombs!” Derek exclaimed as they fell to the ground all around them.
Derek brought his hands up, trying to summon his powers –
It was too late.
A huge explosion emit from where they were standing, waves of snow and smoke blasting into the air, taking away Derek’s ability to see anything. Voices of the teenagers exclaimed as the enemy made their first move.
Last edited by Minors; 03-01-2013 at 08:51 PM.
bumping because of drastically changed OOC LOL (i hope that's allowed?)
just added a ton of story for further reading
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