Era of the End
“Is this the answer that has been given to us for all that we have done?”
There was once a person on the radio where we lived that used to say that our daily lives were unappealing, that we were constantly destroying ourselves as a human race. That we, as mankind, were nothing more than a self-destructive force that will eventually destroy the very world that we were given to live upon… or someone would do it for us.
Weeks later, that very same man would show up on TV, sweating heavily as he carried a TV news camera towards an incredibly busy place, almost as if a gathering of sorts was being held. Despite stealing the camera, nobody paid him any mind as everyone was looking up at the skies above… and as a cry suddenly filled the air. The man on the TV was frazzled and amazed at what was happening, that despite people trying gain the attention of those staring at the skies- who ranged from old to young yet stood no kids- they wouldn’t move or even blink. Over the TV, as the scorching sound of a roar grew louder and louder, something deep within our bodies and our minds told us that something dangerous was coming.
We always expected the apocalypse to come from the sounds of a trumpet rather than fierce cry… nor did we expect what was to come next to happen either. Angels, Demons, monsters… whatever you expected from the ‘apocalypse’ was nothing more than simple strings of lies built upon lies that we so foolishly lapped up like stray dogs. Then, when the truth came, it came forth with a bang unlike any other.
Though, from what the man said, things were far worse than a bang.
The clouds gathered together as they turned ethereal in appearance, looking colorless and now see through as they eventually formed a vortex in the skies above. Then a single figure descended like a falling star as it landed in the center of the gathered people elegantly. The figure was as tall as a light post and its image was both horrific and alluring.
Letting out a roar, the grinning deviant of unknown origin released tendrils from its back that pierced the very flesh of those who continued to stare without moving or blinking. The tendrils then split forth from the divine being and went into the people… immediately morphing their flesh, bones, and twisting their weak and fragile shells into something far more useful.
These turned creatures immediately turned upon their former human comrades and immediately began to both devour and slaughter indiscriminately without hesitation or fear, as four massive chains fell from the skies and impaled the ground, destroying buildings and constructs as they passed through them. From these chains, creatures with gaping maws in their chests and revealing muscles crawled their way down as colossal abominations sewn together by the corpses of what seemed to be other fantasy creatures fell from the skies. These colossal abominations grabbed a hold of the chains and tugged all at once, pulling down what seemed to be a gigantic and flying bloated reptilian creature with sacs on the underside of it over the city as more creatures started to jump off of it. It was here in this desolate town in the middle of nowhere did the end of all things begin, and did our true colors as human beings begin to shine.
Some called them Divine Retribution, Angels, Demons, or even the Heralds of the Apocalypse… but most of us simply called them the Scourge, for they simply brought nothing but death and destruction wherever they walked. Men, women, children… none were spared their wrath as they killed and corrupted all. The only things that were left alone were the animals, but they too eventually died due to Scourge’s foul tactics of leaving plagues wherever they went.
Even though our advances of technology thanks to building up the weapons which we call Frames, and we proved to hold them at bay as they took over much of North and South America… We still ended up at the brink of destruction. We always believed that if an outside force came that we would all miraculously unite under one banner and fight together, but in truth we didn’t for we were at each other’s throats than ever before. We fought over resources and territory and our very future along with what would happen to us after the Scourge was defeated when they was no victory in sight!
So, they spread and our military advantage and what little unity faded into nothingness over time. The Scourge spread as they took over the Americas, Asia, Africa, and started laying their filthy nests into every major city they could get their hands upon. The only last safe havens were Australia and the Antarctic regions, for the remaining military forces decided to lay a last line of defense within Europe at London, the Strait of Gibraltar, Istanbul, and Moscow. Despite these key locations being protected heavily and even the use of experimental weapons being used… the Scourge broke through and the world was forced to watch as hope was lost-
-but we, who had lost all hope as the encroaching darkness came upon us was blessed with a light unlike any other.
Lightning struck before the approaching armies of the Scourge as a thunderous sound echoed forth, as the very air before them warped and twisted. A distortion- a ripple through the fabric of the realm appeared just as day the Scourge came upon Earth, but as it did a colossal white alien-like titan with a fortress upon its’ very back emerged from the ripple and blew forth fire of a cerulean color as it spread for miles. Then, lightning shot out from the pillars upon its back as light spread throughout it and shot off in random directions… only to go across the world and harmlessly strike human beings, both adults, teenagers, and even those still in the womb. These chosen by this creature would soon find themselves with a tattoo-like mark upon their person.
As this new creature stayed and defended the land and repelled the armies of the Scourge, more distortions appeared over Earth as fantasy creatures appeared with golem-like creatures similar to the colossal one, but far smaller in size started to repel them. We would soon come to learn after coming into contact with one of the leaders on board the colossal creature, that the Scourge we being purged from their own world and had simply escaped into our world when they found a chance to.
Years have now passed since this event and those who have been chosen by the Colossal Creature have gotten older. The world has changed much now, and the sights of the centaurs that help carry things, minotaurs competing in brawls, gnomes tinkering with old military Frames and tanks, along with Orcs owning taverns have now become the normal along with new greenery here and there. It’s almost as if we have always lived with these mythical creatures and the lives we once had never truly existed…
You, being one of the chosen of the Colossal One, just what will you do now that you are capable of doing what you want? Will you explore the land of Earth? Make a name for yourself and gather some land and let others do the work? Perhaps you’ll take up arms and fight the Scourge and reclaim mother Earth… or perhaps you see things in a different light and see all this as just retribution?
Just how will your tale meet its end?
There was once a person on the radio where we lived that used to say that our daily lives were unappealing, that we were constantly destroying ourselves as a human race. That we, as mankind, were nothing more than a self-destructive force that will eventually destroy the very world that we were given to live upon… or someone would do it for us.
Weeks later, that very same man would show up on TV, sweating heavily as he carried a TV news camera towards an incredibly busy place, almost as if a gathering of sorts was being held. Despite stealing the camera, nobody paid him any mind as everyone was looking up at the skies above… and as a cry suddenly filled the air. The man on the TV was frazzled and amazed at what was happening, that despite people trying gain the attention of those staring at the skies- who ranged from old to young yet stood no kids- they wouldn’t move or even blink. Over the TV, as the scorching sound of a roar grew louder and louder, something deep within our bodies and our minds told us that something dangerous was coming.
We always expected the apocalypse to come from the sounds of a trumpet rather than fierce cry… nor did we expect what was to come next to happen either. Angels, Demons, monsters… whatever you expected from the ‘apocalypse’ was nothing more than simple strings of lies built upon lies that we so foolishly lapped up like stray dogs. Then, when the truth came, it came forth with a bang unlike any other.
Though, from what the man said, things were far worse than a bang.
The clouds gathered together as they turned ethereal in appearance, looking colorless and now see through as they eventually formed a vortex in the skies above. Then a single figure descended like a falling star as it landed in the center of the gathered people elegantly. The figure was as tall as a light post and its image was both horrific and alluring.
Letting out a roar, the grinning deviant of unknown origin released tendrils from its back that pierced the very flesh of those who continued to stare without moving or blinking. The tendrils then split forth from the divine being and went into the people… immediately morphing their flesh, bones, and twisting their weak and fragile shells into something far more useful.
These turned creatures immediately turned upon their former human comrades and immediately began to both devour and slaughter indiscriminately without hesitation or fear, as four massive chains fell from the skies and impaled the ground, destroying buildings and constructs as they passed through them. From these chains, creatures with gaping maws in their chests and revealing muscles crawled their way down as colossal abominations sewn together by the corpses of what seemed to be other fantasy creatures fell from the skies. These colossal abominations grabbed a hold of the chains and tugged all at once, pulling down what seemed to be a gigantic and flying bloated reptilian creature with sacs on the underside of it over the city as more creatures started to jump off of it. It was here in this desolate town in the middle of nowhere did the end of all things begin, and did our true colors as human beings begin to shine.
Some called them Divine Retribution, Angels, Demons, or even the Heralds of the Apocalypse… but most of us simply called them the Scourge, for they simply brought nothing but death and destruction wherever they walked. Men, women, children… none were spared their wrath as they killed and corrupted all. The only things that were left alone were the animals, but they too eventually died due to Scourge’s foul tactics of leaving plagues wherever they went.
Even though our advances of technology thanks to building up the weapons which we call Frames, and we proved to hold them at bay as they took over much of North and South America… We still ended up at the brink of destruction. We always believed that if an outside force came that we would all miraculously unite under one banner and fight together, but in truth we didn’t for we were at each other’s throats than ever before. We fought over resources and territory and our very future along with what would happen to us after the Scourge was defeated when they was no victory in sight!
So, they spread and our military advantage and what little unity faded into nothingness over time. The Scourge spread as they took over the Americas, Asia, Africa, and started laying their filthy nests into every major city they could get their hands upon. The only last safe havens were Australia and the Antarctic regions, for the remaining military forces decided to lay a last line of defense within Europe at London, the Strait of Gibraltar, Istanbul, and Moscow. Despite these key locations being protected heavily and even the use of experimental weapons being used… the Scourge broke through and the world was forced to watch as hope was lost-
-but we, who had lost all hope as the encroaching darkness came upon us was blessed with a light unlike any other.
Lightning struck before the approaching armies of the Scourge as a thunderous sound echoed forth, as the very air before them warped and twisted. A distortion- a ripple through the fabric of the realm appeared just as day the Scourge came upon Earth, but as it did a colossal white alien-like titan with a fortress upon its’ very back emerged from the ripple and blew forth fire of a cerulean color as it spread for miles. Then, lightning shot out from the pillars upon its back as light spread throughout it and shot off in random directions… only to go across the world and harmlessly strike human beings, both adults, teenagers, and even those still in the womb. These chosen by this creature would soon find themselves with a tattoo-like mark upon their person.
As this new creature stayed and defended the land and repelled the armies of the Scourge, more distortions appeared over Earth as fantasy creatures appeared with golem-like creatures similar to the colossal one, but far smaller in size started to repel them. We would soon come to learn after coming into contact with one of the leaders on board the colossal creature, that the Scourge we being purged from their own world and had simply escaped into our world when they found a chance to.
Years have now passed since this event and those who have been chosen by the Colossal Creature have gotten older. The world has changed much now, and the sights of the centaurs that help carry things, minotaurs competing in brawls, gnomes tinkering with old military Frames and tanks, along with Orcs owning taverns have now become the normal along with new greenery here and there. It’s almost as if we have always lived with these mythical creatures and the lives we once had never truly existed…
You, being one of the chosen of the Colossal One, just what will you do now that you are capable of doing what you want? Will you explore the land of Earth? Make a name for yourself and gather some land and let others do the work? Perhaps you’ll take up arms and fight the Scourge and reclaim mother Earth… or perhaps you see things in a different light and see all this as just retribution?
Just how will your tale meet its end?
Hello and welcome to Era of the End!
In this RP we are the Chosen humans who were designated as the ones capable of bearing the Titans, the ones who were called Golems of Change and were considered to be Gods in the realm where the Colossal Titan came from. We will decide our own destiny as we choose to explore the land and either make a name for ourselves, fight the Scourge, or seek out a safe haven where we can live out our days in peace... Whatever you decide to do, the options are entirely up to you!
Just be warned that in this world, that with every action made leads to consequences and even emotional conflict.
Some choices can even lead to unexpected results as well, but the question is are they truly unexpected in a world where everything has truly gone to hell and there is no longer any laws?
Here, you decide how your character's story shall start and how it will end. The possibilities are only limited to the user and what they think they can accomplish, however, do keep in mind that Standard RP rules are being enforced!
Here's the Character Sheets for those who are interested, and do please post your characters here in the OOC first!
- Name: What is your name?
- Age: How old are you?
- Sex: Male, female? Or something else?
- Ethnic: Where do you hail from?
- Appearance: What do you look like?
- Titan’s Appearance: What does your sealed Titan look like?
- Personality: How do you act around others such as friends, enemies, and strangers? Are you kind? Filled with malice and seeking revenge? Perhaps you’re just an upbeat character who’s just trying to find their purpose.
- Titan’s Personality: What is your Titan like? Are they like you, or are they the complete opposite?
- Motives/Goals: Now, what exactly is it that keeps you ‘moving’. What keeps you ‘alive’ and going? Tell me what it is that makes you continue to live in this world that has presumably forsaken all hope? Everyone has some reasoning, whether it be to protect, to grow stronger, for revenge, or simply to survive for themselves… hell, perhaps you’re seeking a suitable death? What is it?
- Backstory/History: Everyone has their own little story so to speak. What’s yours? What kind of life did you live before the Scourge came along and changed everything if you were old enough? Who did you lose? What did you gain? What is the start of your tale?
- Skills: These are the natural skills and talents your character has learned or has developed throughout their journey! Are they good at say, cooking? Medicine? Crafting? Just what are their perks?
- Resonance: This is how well you currently get along with your sealed Titan; the greater the rating the more power they will allow you to transform and will even help you and allow you to hear their voice. The less the rating the more the Titan will refuse to want to transform and the more you will have to ‘force’ the transformation and possibly cause it to corrupt. The more you do things your Titan likes, the more this rating increases, the more you do things it dislikes, the more this rating decreases etc.
- Powers: Now we get to the really interesting stuff; your characters powers. Here are the powers you have at all times even while not in your transformed state. This can be enhanced strength, senses, endurance, and resistance to some magic or even some elements. It’s entirely up to you what kind of ‘passive’ powers your character has. Of course, while they aren’t transformed they are capable of magic that is in relation to their trapped Titan within them- for example: say that you have a fire based Titan, you would be capable of having fire resistance and being able to use low to mid-tier fire spells. Not only that, but you also wield a pretty timid version of their weapons if they have some. For example: if you have a Titan that wields indestructible hammers that calls forth mighty storms and lightning than you too would have indestructible hammers, but they probably wouldn’t be able to call forth storms, but instead small lightning strikes from the tip. This is the huge power gap difference between your regular powers and your ‘transformed’ powers.
- Transformed Powers: Now we are at the full-fledged Titan and their powers. Here we see just how strong your Titan is and how much they are truly capable of… however, do be reasonable here. Just because Titans are capable of incredible feats and can be comparable to living Gods even, doesn’t mean that they are invincible nor should they be treated as such. Keep them strong and balanced. I will be paying heavy attention to this category and make adjustments as I see fit.
- Equipment: This is what your character has on their personnel.
Yeah... I know it's a lot to fill out, but I really didn't want anyone to be confused or anything on what I was looking for. I will have an example Sign-Up sheet tomorrow if people are having trouble however and need an idea.
Anyway, if there's any comments or anything feel free to post them and I'll be sure to get to them!
