Secrets Hidden in the Depths
(This is one of my first roleplays on this site, I hope you like it!)
In the past, no one believed a war could happen that would wipe nearly all of the human population off the planet. No one believed that cities could turn to rubble before their very eyes. No one believed most living things would die from the ash and crumbled structures. No one believed that only the strongest would remain, and those strongest would build new towns and cities to live and thrive in.
It did happen though. And the countries of Earth fell, one by one. Citizens turned on their governments and civil war broke out, leading to worldwide panic and chaos. Amidst the fighting though, one community stood alone in their search for a new homeland and peace around the globe. These people were the ones who survived and began to rebuild.
This group settled in a city once known as Venice and renamed it Loradir, wanting to forget about the past world. Though they weren't the only ones in this newly named city. Creatures, much like those of the 21st century inhabited the place. In the shadows; in the waters; in the skies. Although, they had adapted and evolved to become new creatures much more ferocious and bloody thirsty than their ancestors.
In this city, in the year 2128, is where our story begins.
Logan Patterson sat down on the edge of the street, dangling his lower legs into the calm waters below. He had heard tales of giant celerdon pulling people into the depths but he just laughed. Everyone knew they didn't live this far inland. No, it was the pterofins he had to watch out for. They were, basically, the piranhas of yesteryears but with more streamlined bodies and sharper teeth. He gazed around him, watching as busy workers started rebuilding an old church. Well, he thought it was a church. It was another blazing day and the 17-year-old boy was sitting around doing nothing as per usual. He should've been working at his father's bar but he had snook out early on before they opened. Hopefully his father hadn't noticed.
People walked by quickly, hoping to get to their destinations without boiling to death. Logan hardly felt the heat, having lived here his whole life. A cool breeze rolled down the river towards him, rustling his bronze choppy hair. He looked up, seeing the sun reaching high into the sky. Sighing, he swung his legs out of the water and slipped his sandals back on and walked back to the bar.
As he pushed open the door, an empty bottle of whiskey sailed towards him and he ducked just in time so it flew over his head. "Where the hell have you been?" His father shouted, completely oblivious to the assorted customers clustered throughout the room. "I just went for a walk..." Logan said quietly, ducking his head.
"A walk, huh?" The older man stormed towards him, grabbing his arm and pulled him into the kitchen. "I've been stuck here trying to do everything at once!"
"Dad, I just needed-"
"I don't care what you needed!" He snapped, clouting him around the head. "Now, get behind that bar before I smack you into next week!" Logan winced at his father's tone and quickly slipped into the other room, picking up a beer mug and rag, cleaning a non-existent spot of dirt.